I pull on my shirt. I slide on my hooker heels and pull my skirt down a little lower. I’m going all out tonight. It’s a special night.

I walk out the door and hail a cab. I give the driver the directions and pay him. It’s a good ride until I hear the doors lock. The driver pulls the car over. He turns to me and says, “Take your shirt off. Now.”
He pulls out a gun and holds it to my head. I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt but I hesitate. What should I do?