“Ignorance is bliss.”
She blinks as she is on all fours, on display, wearing a collar with the tag A4350. For the last time before the interrogation begins, a woman comes in front of her and reminds her why she’s collared, “Persons found to engage in reckless sexual impropriety, including but not limited to, making available their penis, vagina, mouth and/or anus to more than five people simultaneously, consuming bodily emissions not from oneself: including semen, urine and saliva and/or obtaining carnal pleasure from forbidden persons, shall be made to describe in explicit detail the offending act(s) and re-enact the relevant activity on public broadcast.”
She gets wetter at the memory of that night, getting even wetter when she remembers that she’s wearing clothing specifically designed to highlight a pet’s arousal. A little pink patch between her legs keeps widening as she becomes wetter, as it reacts with the fabric, making it even more apparent that she might be the wettest pet in the room. Everything seems to be a blur, found guilty on three counts of impropriety, all from what happened on one night.