The music you could hear it was very quiet, but it sounded like basic elevator music and in your opinion it could use some pop or synth in the mix, not to mention it could be louder. All you could see is the drab brandy-colored (#DABC94) ceiling tiles and a very old-schooled light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Everything about what you could see and hear definitely wasn't anything to be amazed at for a party, you thought.
Then you realized you couldn't move, like at all! This had you panicking, sure, but a new image appeared in front of you, it's a female police officer staring down at you with a confused face, whom then looks up, assumably at someone else. "Hey, chief, is this really the last piece of evidence we have that leads to Amanda's disappearance? What I mean is, sure, they look like they'd belong to a college girl, but can we really assume that this is the last thing she was wearing?"
That last part, that made you wonder what they were talking about... That is, until you felt something lift you up as if you were weightless! Before you knew it, you were being held in front of a mirror, the reality hit you as a brick. You had been transformed into a bra! A piece of undergarment made to make someone look sexier! This is very aggravating to you as you needed to know how you ended up like this! But nothing you mentally said, or tried to do, worked as you remained at the mercy of the female officer who was holding you up.
The officer and the chief began going on about an argument, and eventually, you learned the officer's name, "Mira", that's her name, the one holding you right now... the argument seemed to escalate pretty quickly as...
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