you enter my home, a small flat 2 rooms with an endure bathroom hardly fitting for a permanent residence, you step in and almost immediately trip over a suitcase full of something. You put it back where it was as I brew some tea “oh actually, open that up for me, I wanted to show you some stuff in there, yeah that table is fine” you place it there and start to open it, a lot of latches for a small suitcase. You get it open as I finish the tea, placing a cup into your right hand as you open it, inside are miscellaneous clothes, small skirts thigh highs arm warmers the like. I notice your attention to the arm warmers and smile a bit, “I’ll explain everything, please take a drink”. That you were getting dulled senses from it didn’t seem to register with you until you’d drunk, wait all of it? You’d only started drinking… right?
I stand up and get behind you, reaching to your chest as I start talking, something about clothing being a measure to be free, but you can’t really keep up, all you can focus on is the feeling of the rubbing on your chest, it feels really nice, almost soothing, your eyes keep glancing to the suitcase as more and more clothes become more appealing to you