An addiction

I was lying on the bed. My eyes wandered over the ceiling. It was a white ceiling, but not uncomfortably so.
Usually, white makes me think of "sterile", but this was another shade, perhaps eggshell. Like that Sex in the City episode.
I had let my thoughts wander. Not good.
It was not uncomfortable to lie there on the bed. My arms on my sides, my hed resting on a pillow.
The young man returned from his ministrations with a chest. I hadn't noticed it before. It was white, like the rest of the room. Perhaps it had blended in with the surroundings. Or maybe I wasn't all that attentive.
He was holding a bundle of textile in his arms.
I pulled myself up into an awkward sitting position.
-What do you like?
My eyes widened at the intimate question. Then my gaze fell on the clothing in his arms. I noticed silk, frills, velvet, lace.
-Perhaps... I said.
-Perhaps that white one. I pointed at something that looked plain, silky.
Without a word, he pulled it out of the bundle and left it on the bed. He returned to the chest and put the rest back. He started talking, his back still towards me.
-We cannot help you if you are not cooperative. You came to us. You might leave when you wish, but when you are here, we have to service you.
I shivered.
-I don't know what I am doing here. I don't know where I came from, but I... feel obliged to stay. I can't go.
I spoke directly as the word came to my mind. It felt strange, but the words rang true.
He turned to me.
-How will you pay?
I hesitated.
-I'm... not sure.
He walked towards me again, this time his walk looked feline, a certain sway in his movements.
-All who come here have to pay. You cannot leave without paying.
His eyes looked at me, intense. Strangely, I felt serene. I was not at all worried by his words, although I should have been.
-Undress, please.
I blinked.
-Y-yes...
I started unbuttoning my blouse. I did not feel shy. Maybe it was the 'please'.
Until now, I had not reflected on what I was wearing. The blouse was a dark red. Not a colour I usually wore. My bra was dark red lace (which also was odd since I prefer silky over lacy any day). Before I started unbuttoning my jeans I had already guessed that the panties would match the bra. The jeans were a dark, sophisticated blue. They were tight but comfortable. Tight jeans are not ideal to undress while being in a horizontal position.
The young man held out a hand. I took it. He pulled me up from the bed.
-Thank you.
-My pleasure, he answered, smiling.
He ran his hands down the lower part of my naked back. I still had my bra on.
I flashed him an uncertain smile in return.
Realising that I still had shoes on, I took a step back from his arms and sat down on the bed again to take the shoes off. The young man laid his hands over mine.
-Please, allow me.
-Sure.
He untied the shoelaces and pulled off the black leather shoes. At least I hadn't worn high heels - that would have felt very out of character. He motioned for me to stand again, so I did. He was very close to my body, close enough that I could smell his schampoo. It was not an unpleasant scent. He pulled down my jeans and I fell back on the bed to make it easier.
-Good. Now take of the bra.
I took of the dark red bra. It was a strange sensation I felt as my breasts came in contact with the air. I put the bra on the bed, a dark red petal against the white cotton. I pulled off the last piece of underwear, lying it next to the other clothes. The young man motioned for me to don the white, silky dress.
It didn't look like a proper dress - it hardly covered my thighs. The silky textile cooled my skin. The young man let his hand caress my arm.
-Now you must tell us what you want.
-I want to know what this place is, I said.
-Good. It might not be what it seems. You will know.
The young man paused.
-Anything else?
I shook my head.
-Yes, well, no, but... Can you tell me... If I don't have money... How will I pay?
He smiled and gave my waist a stroke.
-Well, that is obvious, by entertaining customers of course.