Rolling onto the stage was a curious prop. A clear perspex case, cast in the shape of a coffin. Inside was one of this year's new members of the Club. She had sharp features, with her long blonde hair tied into a braid that draped over one shoulder. Her eyes were wide, showing off her blue iris'. She stood inside the transparent case, wrapped in red bands around her neck, her chest, and about her hips, hiding while showing off.

The case was tight against her, as she was pressed up against the front, her breath fogging then vanishing just as quickly. She was obviously excited to be here.

"Hello!" the Club Head as she stepped out from behind the coffin. "This is our other new member for the year, and she wants to be known to you all as Gwen."

Gwen shook one hand inside her case, but there was little room to do so. She smiled instead.

"Now, Gwen is a fun girl, and like the rest of us, she has her own kinks. Except, unlike the rest of us, she has no problem with advertising it for you all." The Head smiled under her mask. "You may have noticed that Gwen is currently just a little tied up in here," she pointed out the ribbons. "Well, she enjoys being tied up."

Gwen nodded eagerly.

"And with that in mind, whomever is randomly selected to enjoy her company tonight, well, you get to have the bonus of these magic ribbons." She reached out and tapped the cover of the case over Gwen's chest. It began to contract, squeezing her breasts up and down. Gwen gasped, a blush on her face before the pressure was released. "Just a suggestion, you know," she said with a grin, "Squeeze her as much as you want."

"But now!" She spun around, and spun the case around at the same time, showing off Gwen's shapely back, and the crossing ribbons. They both stopped, facing the audience. "Now, it is time for the magic!" She snapped her fingers, and from behind, a series of lights lit up.

But these weren't ordinary lights. They were long fluorescent bulbs, the kind you might put in your ceiling. They were arranged in the shape of Gwen's case, two each in a line from the height just above her ankles until a third appeared between them. Those three rose up, until they were joined by a fourth and a fifth on the outside, about where Gwen was holding her arms, then at the top was an inverted triangle, one below and two high.

"Now, normally, I would draw this out," the Club Head announced as she gestured with her hand, and the lights began to advance, "but the sooner we get this done, the long she's going to have to enjoy this as we do our other performances."

The lights reached the back of the case, and then paused, Gwen trying to look behind her as she was surrounded by a radiant halo of light. Then the Head snapped her fingers, and the lights slammed through the coffin and Gwen with a slam.

Four bulbs went through each of her leg, two above and two below her knees. Then two went through her hips, the one between missing going through her body. Above them, three across her stomach. Then five, arms and under her chest. The next row went through her upper arms, through her breasts, raising them up and pushing them out and pressing them against the front of the coffin. Then through her shoulders and neck.

Lastly, one emerged from her mouth, lighting it up from the inside, giving a new meaning to glowing cheeks. The last two replaced her eyes, finishing the work of pinning her completely in place.

"Now," the Club Head announced, "You may think that poor, poor Gwen it insensate, what with being light-headed and all that," there was some groaning at her pun. "But that is not the case!" She turned down the lights with a wave, and it became obvious from a moment's view that she was still moving inside the case. Her hips rolled back and forth rubbing against the light between her legs and her chest expanded and contracted, pulling and pushing her tits along their own piercings.

"I can tell you from my own experience that she is feeling this nice inner warmth," she said as she waved the lights back up to a more normal level to illuminate the stage. "And when she gets out of that after the show? Well, all that heat has to go somewhere, and I think she would definitely like to share," she finished with a smirk.

"Now, while she stays here to one side of the stage, I am pleased to announce that Joyce has developed a [i]very[/i] interesting variant on a popular trick we like to do here, and I for one will gladly ride it for your pleasure. And mine." She pushed Gwen off to one side. "Joyce, come on out!"