I stepped into a private room this time to change when she returned with the set. The fit of both pieces were surprisingly comfortable.
Supporting without constricting… even with the rather generous proportions this body possessed compared to others I've seen.
The bra design was quite a marvel. That meticulous spider functioning as our tailor would probably do a better job of it - but not by much.
"How does it feel?"
Anise questioned from the other side of the door when I took a while posing at myself in the provided mirror. I replied with usual royal arrogance.
"Acceptable."
Privately, I had to admit it was better than that. After days spent in nothing… this felt like an important step toward fitting into 'civilization'.
When I open the door to show off, her hand immediately covers a laugh. She points to the robe I left on the floor.
> Right, cameras. Why didn't you warn me? <
