"So, what interests you?" Jazz leaned against the tall dancing pole in the center of the stage. Her crimson evening dress was brilliantly sequined and very tight. Her hair was a glittering gold this night, and she was utterly confident in her casual position. "Well, aside from me, obviously." She gave a knowing wink to the young man standing in front of her.

"Heh," he huffed. "OK, so I gotta ask, is there any limits to how that box-jumper works?"

"Not really? Why, what are you thinking?" Jazz asked, curious.

"So, you can combine it with something like a Quick Change, right?" he asked.

"Sure," she shrugged. Not dismissive, but not seeing the point. Yet. "Oh, you mean jumping between boxes and changing clothes each time?" she asked.

"Yeah, but, you know, I choose what you wear."

"Oh, I like that!" Jazz smiled at the idea. "Something naughty? Nice? Risque?"

He chuckled along with her. "You'd find out."

"Sure!" she clapped her hands together. "We can do that. But, the wardrobe... I don't want to bring out clothing racks." She thought about this.

"Can you bring out one of those appearing cabinets?" he suggested. "Or a trunk? Or perhaps... oh... what's the word. Where you draw on the outside and that's what's on the inside?"

"I know what you're talking about! It's called the 'Existence Illusion'!"

"You memorized them all?" he asked, confused.

"Part of the job description, yes." Jazz confirmed. "We can combine the two. Jumper into Existence, switching back and forth."

"I'd like that!"

"Then give me a minute, think of whatever you want me to wear while I'm gone!" Jazz waved as she quickly went backstage. She came back not a minute later with two cabinets that had white sheets on the front. Each of the cloth fronts had the outline of a woman on it to help with the drawings. Jazz set them side by side and swung open the doors to each of them, showing they had a black interior. "This is so I can't see what you're drawing," she said as she pulled out a bucket of markers and handed it to the young man. "Now, here's the magic markers," Jazz explained. "They're as wide as they need to be. You draw on one outline the costume you want me to wear, and I'll jump from one box to that one."

"Seems like extra steps," he pointed out. "And won't you be bored waiting?"

"Patience is part of the game." Jazz commented. "But let's practice first. Why don't you draw something on that?" she pointed at one of the blank canvases. "Then I can hop over."

"OK," the young man held up a blue marker and eyed Jazz, who posed for him with both arms over her head. He drew on the outline in front of him a blue version of her red dress, going from the same top to the same bottom. "There," he said, capping the marker and realizing he only needed four motions to do all that. "Something simple."

"Simple it is!" Jazz agreed as she stepped over to the other cabinet and slid in, closing the door behind her. She pushed open the door in front of the young man, and this time her red dress was blue. "Tah-dah!" she called out as she spun around, her equally blue hair changed in the process. "See, it works!"

"Hold on," he said as he walked over and checked out the other, empty box. Well, it wasn't empty as he pulled out her red dress. "Really?" he asked.

"OK, had to give you something," Jazz snuck a quick raspberry at him. "So, what's next?"

"Hide in the box, and I'll let you know," he told her. Jazz slipped into the cabinet she just appeared out of and he got to work. He quickly made wide lines on the box, the work of his markers wider than the head of it. He didn't pay too much attention before he stepped back. "Done." He announced.

Jazz had stepped into the door on his left. She came out on the right. This time, she wore a tight white leotard and long black stockings and opera gloves. "Ooooh, pretty! I feel like I'm a waistcoat and a top-hat away from being a Magician!" Jazz displayed the work for him. "And, as you can see, the other cabinet is clear!"

It was, the blue dress on it not vanished, leaving behind the bare outline.

"Ready for the next one?"

"Yes please!" Jazz smiled and went back into her cabinet. He turned his attention to the other cabinet and quickly drew on that.

"Come on out!" he called, and Jazz emerged in a black evening dress, her purple hair tied up into a pony tail. The strap on the dress went around her neck, and down her chest, exposing the inside and outside of her cleavage. It narrowed and rejoined under her bellybutton and dropped down between her legs to her ankles while a quarter-skirt hung off her waist over her rear and down the back. A golden chain acted as a belt, holding everything down as she strutted out on heels.

"Oh, wow!" She exclaimed as she examined her dress. "This is something!" She put her hands on her hips. "I can't help but notice that there is no way to be wearing any underwear with this," she pointed out the very obvious. "What do you think?"

"I think that's a dress a woman wears when she expects her date to take it off her at the end of the night," he said simply.

She laughed. "True!" she agreed. "Did you want to take this off?" She tantalizingly pulled a strap away from her chest. "I bet this would just fall off if I moved wrong."

"Maybe later," he said. "But if you want to take it off now and put it aside to wear after, I won't mind." He didn't take his eyes off Jazz.

"Not yet!" Jazz spun around, her dress dangerously lifted as she re-entered the cabinet she had just left. "Next!"

The young man smirked and turned to the other cabinet. A few gestures with his marker and he was prepared. "Go for it!" he yelled.

"MMPH!" Jazz shouldered the door open, forcing him to step back as she hopped out of the cabinet. Her legs were tied with red rope above and below her knees, her arms tied behind her back with ropes above and below her bare chest. Another red rope ran up tightly between her legs, between her chest to around her neck then back down to hold her arms in place behind. A red ball gag was anchored in her mouth and white bunny-ears capped off her loose brown hair.

"Well now, what do I have here?" he asked as he reached out and squeezed her bare chest.

"MMRPHG!" Jazz articulated as she wiggled her hips back and forth. The man ran a finger under the vertical rope down there to check how tight it was. "Mmmmmh!" she was pleased with the touch, that much she couldn't hide.

"Damn, you look nice," he complimented her. "I could take you home like this." She blushed. "Or, I could do one more change," he said. "So how about this. We can change back to the previous dress and we go out for a night out, and I take you back to my place after. Or you stay like this," he gave the rope a small 'twang', "and we go other places. Or we go one more time, and you risk whatever I can think of."

Jazz honestly gave that some thought. Elegant dress that promised a certain end. Bound and Gagged and put on display. Or something else? Well, while the options were enticing, there really only was one choice. She bent down and picked up a marker with her her hands behind her and backed up to the door. 'do your worst' she crudely scrawled, then dropped the marker and backed into the cabinet, allowing it to close in front of her, keeping her out of view.

The young man went to the other cabinet and began to draw. He put his imagination to paper, knowing that while it was just a drawing, the reality inside the cabinet would be far more real. When he was satisfied, he went back to the first cabinet, and opened it up to find the red-haired Jazz still bound up. "Last chance to change your mind."

She shook her head. He closed the door.

"Three! Two! One! NOW!" he counted down and he was rewarded with a scream that was instantly cut off.

He strolled over to the door, taking his time as he enjoyed what he had drawn on the outside of the box, because it most definitely wasn't something to wear. He slowly opened the door and beheld his work.

First, he had drawn several sharp grey lines across the box from one side to the other. At her neck, below her chest at her waist, across her thighs and above her feet. These lines turned into metal sheets inside the box, and Jazz had been instantly divided into pieces the moment she appeared inside it. But that wasn't all he had done. he had drawn lines across her chest, up and down and to the side, and these translated into her bountiful chest being pierced through several times. More horizontal lines crossed her legs, pinning them together in the second-to-bottom box.

Yet he had saved the best for her head and her hips. Above the gap in her legs, he had drawn a small red heart, and filled it in with intent. And in the top, on the blank face, he had drawn a circle to represent her thoughts, which he then wrote 'sex' as many times as he could.

Her face was flushed with excitement and desire, unable to say anything with her throat divided.

"I bet I know what you're thinking," he said. He leaned in. "You want me, bad."

Jazz nodded as much as she could. 'please' she mouthed.

"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you..." he put his hands on her hips and pulled that part of her out of the box. "I might be at you a while."

And he was.