Tabitha timidly closed the door behind her. It slid into place with a shuddering metal ‘clunk,’ which echoed throughout the small, brightly lit room. Three of its walls were blank, but the fourth had a large mirror, which Tabitha would bet her life was actually a one-way window. In the center stood a dais, about waist high, upon which rested a patch of fabric.
“So, I just, take off my shirt and put this on, right?” she asked, desperately trying to hide her nervousness. She suspected she failed.
