You stayed in a T-pose position for quite a while, your arms hurting, but Infected would pull your arms back up if you lowered them, still anchoring a few belts and chains on you. He would stand in front of you, tapping his chin as if to see what else might be added, then go back over to you and continue to decorate you, treating you like a doll. Unpleasant would open the door momentarily, silently gazing, before strolling back out and closing it, disinterested with what it was there for and not returning. Infected chuckled as he took a step back, clasping his hands together joyfully,

"P3RF3cT!!1"