Olivia Benson stood naked and alone in a dark hallway, awaiting instructions from an unseen voice. The denuded detective could feel the cool air hit her naked body like a thousand little daggers. She could feel a chill rush through her body. She felt her nipples harden as if reacting to a lover's touch.
Olivia wrapped her arms around herself just under her breasts as she impatiently awaited instructions from her unseen audience.
"I've done what you asked. I put on a little strip show for you."
Still nothing.
"I'm not going to stand around in this hallway all day bare-assed if that's what you're thinking."
"Always so impatient Olivia."
"It's kinda cold."
"Then let us begin, Olivia." The voice said. "You may put on that robe if you desire."
Olivia grabbed the robe off the rack and put it on tying the belt into a tight knot. The small, sheer garment left almost nothing to the imagination. Still, Olivia appreciated the protection it offered from the air.
"Proceed down the hall to the door at the other end."
The detective began to stroll down the hallway. Being in this state of undress seem to heighten her senses. She could feel the slight bounce of her breasts. Every time her bare feet hit the concrete floor she seem to feel a jolt run up her body. It was an interesting, even exhilarating experience.
Olivia reached her destination.
"Go inside and wait."
Olivia opened the door and stepped inside.
It was a simple room. A rug carpet covered the floor. The only furniture was a large round bed and a mirror. The only illumination was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
"Hello?" Olivia asked.
"I'm here Olivia." The voice said reassuringly. "You are not alone here."
"What do you want me to do?" The detective asked?
"Take off the robe and face the mirror."
Olivia removed the robe and turned to see her nude form in the mirror.
"I want you to explore your body Olivia."
Olivia not the grim cop she normally expected, but a beautiful naked woman instead.
She stared at her tall frame. Her round, firm breasts. Her taut stomach. The thin strip of small dark curls between her thighs.
She turned to the side and arched her back. She began to run her hands over body.
She started at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She then began to run them down her stomach and past her thighs. She brushed her fingers over her sex causing her to involuntarily shudder.
She suddenly stopped and felt a chill go down her spine, even though the room was warm. Olivia grabbed and held it against her chest.
"Hello?" Olivia asked with a trace of uncertainty in her voice. "Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here." A familiar voice replied, only this time it wasn't over the intercom, it was in the room with her.
"Alex."