Third Floor Men's Room, Tuesday Evening

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Kevin closed the stall door behind him, thinking it best to have some privacy in case the object in the brown package he had received was really naughty and he needed to try it out immediately.

What fell out of the package and clattered to the floor was the last thing he had expected: a really gaudy but insanely expensive looking bracelet. There was also a slip of paper with some writing on it, but that didn't seem really important at the moment.

Kevin picked up the bracelet and examined it closely. It was gold and covered with sparkly things, the largest being a ruby set in metalwork resembling a sun. He shrugged and tried it on.

Then he was gone; vanished in a sudden poof of shimmery magical stuff that one might expect when someone mystically disappears.

The note simply read: Kevin - Put this on and come back to me. You are mine. - A

[ooc: NFI. Kevin is now gone from Fandom; whisked back to Dante's Cove to be an unwilling sex slave to Ambrosius. Thanks for humoring me while he was here! It's been fun.]

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