You take no chances. Not with your manhood on the line. You pull out the shirt and toss the aspirin in the makeshift pocket it forms. You then rush down the stairs wincing at the tight underwear seems as if it's actively trying to ride up just to slow you down. You rush into the study and sweep the small colored glass bottles into your makeshift with one sweeping gesture. On your way to the kitchen you feel a slight tug that indicates you've stepped on your own shoelaces. You nearly fall forward, which would no doubt break the bottles and doom you to losing the game and much more but a few panicked leaps and balancing you manage to steady yourself long enough to rush to the kitchen and grab the small bottle of soda from the fridge. The clothing continues to try to distract you as you rush back to the room with all the clothing. You kneel on the floor and empty the bottles gently onto the floor. The woman smiles as she looks them over.
"Clever." she says "If you'd only brought one of those bottles I could have told you it was the wrong one and..." she looks over the clothing you're trapped in "...mmmm...you would look so tasty." she walks over to the load and picks up the aspirin bottle, removing one and popping it into her mouth. She twists the glass soda bottle which hisses as it opens and she washes down the aspirin.
"Head ache." she explains. She laughs as she looks at the incredulous look on your face as you stare with your breath held and heart thumping in your chest.
"This will suffice." she says with a smile. You finally breath a sigh of relief.