[ she's freezing.

the worst part isn't even the paper gown; it's the bare feet. daisy has never handled the cold well. before (and after) her time with shield, she'd always moved around warm places. los angeles, mostly. other parts of socal. places where it was easy to live in a van, or wear your clothes through, or ...

well, this.

it's not easy here. she shivers, folding her arms over the peaks of her nipples peaking through the paper gown and notes to her tour guide, ] The only thing I want to tour right now is a closet.

[ the galleria is the interactive part of the tour. at the first display, daisy gets her bearings. she's the only one looking away. if she wants to blend in — and she does, at least until she's figured out a plan — then she needs to take on the same cavalier attitude that the locals seem to have.

so when they reach the benches, she takes up a long, flat bamboo flogger. it's surprisingly light. the holes punched in it help, apparently. but she still doesn't feel right about this whole thing. this is what dominants are supposed to do, but that person bent over the bench is a stranger.

she leans in closer and asks sotto voce, ] Are you sure about this?

[ because they're volunteering, right? this is a weird sex thing, but it's not like anyone bent over at the exhibit didn't sign up for it. ]

hey quick question

what the hell???