Her comfy sweater and jeans were gone. In their place she had a gleaming satin corset on her torso, leaving her shoulders bare and supporting her breasts, leaving the top half of them bare. It was closed with snug hooks and eyes down the front, making a smooth inward curve down through waist and flattening over her tummy. Low on her hips was a garter belt, sheer upside-down triangles with straps that swooped down to hold up sheer stockings that smoothly encased her toned legs, disappearing into strange boots.<br/><br/>Gina blinked at them. They were ankle-high leather, shaped like a dancer's pointe shoe, with spiked heels so tall as to force the wearer to stay en pointe, with laces crisscrossing the whole front. Straps at the ankle held the footwear securely on - very securely, thanks to tiny steel locks on the outside. They were so striking strange as to almost make her miss that she had no panties on.<br/><br/>It was all pure, unblemished white, including (Though laying as she was, she could not see it) the white leather case that her arms were trapped in, from her clenched fist nearly up to her shoulders, and a pair of wide leather straps crossed behind her back and forward over her shoulders, curving back under her arms.<br/><br/>The detective moaned softly in fear; why wouls they dress her like this? she wondered as she finally dragged her attention away from her clothing to take in the room she'd awoken in.