Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
Upon entering, you almost immediately run into Max sitting on a roped off set of couches with a "private pole."
"You made it," she says, and the volume of the music is deep but not so loud that she has to yell. You make a mental note not to drink *anything*, you just need to get out of this stupid cock cage.
"Hey, uhh," you stammer. "You locked me in this thing, and, I'd really like my dick back. I had a lot of fun last night, but...I didn't agree to this, or, at least, I don't agree to it anymore."
Max smiles and doesn't immediately reply, instead glancing at the girl dancing on the pole.
"Hello, Max? Cock cage? Can you do something about this?"
"Just sit down, and watch," she commands, turning your head toward the dancer.
As you watch, you feel your cock start to swell more than before. You start to shift in your seat, trying to find *any* comfortable way to adjust.
"Isn't she gorgeous?"
You nod in agreement. Are you supposed to say "no" here?