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Slowly, Stacey began to wake. It must have been some night out, last thing she remembered was walking out her front door ready to hit the clubs. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she gathered herself up in the sheets of the bed and looked around. The walls and floor were metal, the only furniture was the bed she was currently laying on, stark white with an almost medical feel. Most concerning of all though, she couldn’t see a door.
“Uh…hello?” She called, “Is this like, some new modern living thing? ‘Cause it really ain’t my style.”
She must have gone home with some artsy type last night, not usually her type but on well.
Groggily she swung her legs over the side of the bed and realised she was still fully clothed in the strapless mini dress and heels she’d put on the evening before. That was odd; if she’d slept with somebody this wasn’t the outfit to do it, the straps laced halfway up her legs and the dress was made of an uncompromising leather. To her horror she realised the already tight dress was now painfully digging into her skin slightly. She had to get to the gym, the last thing she needed was to get fat! Surely the dress hadn’t been that tight when she put it on though…