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My m0m, Linda Johnson, runs an adult shop. I was dead tired and decided to take a quick break... only to end up stuck in one of the display chairs. David from next door walked in and stared at me like I was a new display! I tried to explain, but he didn't seem to get it... then he My m0m, Linda Johnson, ran an adult novelty shop. That day, I was utterly exhausted. Instead of going home, I stopped by her store, planning to rest for just a few minutes— a decision I would soon regret. "Chloe, I need to head out and pick up inventory," M0m said as she gathered her keys. "Can you watch the store for a bit? David from next door will stop by later to settle his bill. The ledger's in the cabinet—remember to double-check it." I barely processed her words. Days of staying up late to finish my thesis had drained me completely. I murmured something that might have been an answer and let my eyes fall shut. I didn't even remember lying down. All I knew was that when I woke up, something felt wrong. I was face down, my arms held in place by something soft yet unyielding. No matter how I tried to shift, my body wouldn't respond the way it should have. The surface beneath me had changed. What should have been flat now curved precisely around me, locking me into a position that felt unnaturally exposed— as if the chair itself had decided how I was meant to stay. The room was dim. A curtain nearby blocked part of the light, making it difficult to see clearly. My h3art began to pound. What was going on? I struggled, testing the restraints, but they didn't loosen. Panic crept in slowly, settling deep in my ch3st. Then it dawned on me. M0m had recently ordered new display equipment—high-end demonstration models designed to showcase "features" through automated settings. Once activated, they could only be released with an external control. I must have mistaken one for a place to rest. Exhausted and careless, I'd laid down without realizing what it was. I tried to call out.
