You feel Bruno pull you off as he walks to the laundry room. Its nice to be free of the tight feeling that comes with being warn. He shoves you in the washer and turns it on, slowly filling with water you wonder if you will drown.
As it activates you realize you are safe, but it is unpleasant being battered by the washers agitator. Soon enough you are clean.
Bruno picks you out of the wash and shoves you in a bag, you have no idea where you are going but you can feel the sensation of movement.
Soon you are taken out and held up in the light. A man says "Thats perfect. Bruno you make the best suits in the world. It will definately sell for a lot."
You seem to be in a boutique, and before you know it you are in the hands of a clerk being pulled up the legs of a stiff white mannequin. His smooth plastic legs slide through your holes and your wasitband hugs its torso. Its plastic bulge is pressing out the front of you suggestively right where your face is. You can almost taste its plastic in your mouth.
There you remain on display, you can see your reflection in the glass. 80 dollars for a "Designer" suit says the tag. Very nice but you wouldnt pay that much. Somebody eventually does though.
You are purchased by...