“There,” Kat said at last, when the machine had finished spitting out an outfit rather different from the others—it seemed to be made of golden brocade crusted heavily with jewels. “Come on—let’s get you into one of these and check the fit.”
Iyanna chose the crimson one—red had always been her best color—and began putting it on. But before she could get the top part of it over her head, Kat was stopping her.
“No, no, doll,” she told Iyanna. “You’re getting it backwards. Here—let me help you.”
She straightened out the light crimson fabric, which practically floated around Iyanna’s body, and soon they had it on the right way.
“Good!” she said, nodding in approval. “That’s how it’s supposed to go. Go on—have a look at yourself in the 3-D viewer.” She nodded at the viewer in the corner, which looked like a 3-sided mirror but also showed the back of an outfit as well.
Iyanna went reluctantly to the viewer and looked at herself. She didn’t want to say anything mean, but the crimson outfit—which was a kind of gauzy jumpsuit which gathered at the ankles like harem trousers—seemed to be lacking in coverage in several places.
At the top was a high, golden collar, about three inches thick, that went around her throat like a choker. It was a modest beginning, but the outfit didn’t go on in the same vein. Directly under the collar was a wide, triangular cut-out that plainly showed her breasts. In fact, if Iyanna hadn’t been wearing a bra, she would have been completely exposed.
The triangular cut out was lined on all three sides with golden embroidery—to match the collar, Iyanna supposed—but it wasn’t the only place she felt bare.
The outfit—which fastened at her waist with a golden belt and around her ankles with golden straps—fell gracefully from the wide bottom edge of the triangle in an unbroken line of crimson fabric until it came to her crotch. And here, once again, was another triangular cut out lined with gold stitching—only this one was an inverted triangle with the vertex of the triangle pointing downwards.
Iyanna was certainly glad she’d put on panties—although she really hadn’t wanted to, due to the swelling and discomfort caused by the pleasure poisoning. But she just hadn’t been able to make herself go to an important meeting sans underwear—which was lucky, since it meant her bare pussy wasn’t exposed by the inverted triangle.
The back of the billowy crimson jumpsuit wasn’t much better than the front. There was yet another triangle cut out right over her ample ass, which made Iyanna feel like that part of her anatomy was on display.
“Please tell me I don’t have to go around like this with my underwear showing,” she pleaded with Kat, who was bustling around getting the other outfits in order.
“No, of course not, doll. Women aren’t allowed to wear undies on Lix’dor Prime,” the other woman said cheerfully.
Iyanna gave her a blank look.
“You have got to be kidding me. Why not?”
Kat frowned at the light screen again.
“I’m afraid it’s because wearing any kind of undergarment would be the same as, uh, refusing the advances of your man. Which you are apparently not allowed to do.”
Iyanna glared at the screen. What kind of sexist hellhole of a planet was Lix’dor Prime anyway?
“There’s no way in hell I’m going out in public like this with no bra or underwear on!” she exclaimed.
“Luckily for you, you don’t have to,” Kat told her, still smiling. “Look—here are the other parts of your outfit.”
She came up to the 3-D viewer and Iyanna saw that she had several pieces of crimson fabric heavily embroidered with gold draped over her arm, as well as a pair of sandals hanging from one finger.
“All right now, hold still so I can find the hidden magnets,” she murmured, as she began fitting the gold-embroidered fabric over the triangular cut-outs.
“Hidden magnets?” Iyanna asked, frowning as the other woman worked on her.
“Mmm-hmm. These are called ‘modesty shields’ or ‘modesty patches’—and they’re only for use by a ‘cherished wife’,” Kat explained, as she continued to “fix” the holes in the crimson outfit. “But according to Lix’dorian custom, a husband can turn his ‘cherished wife’ into a ‘pleasure slave’ just by ripping them away. And since he always has to have that option, even women who have been married for years and years still have to have the tear-away tabs in their clothes.”
“What—in case their husband decides to shame them in public by suddenly making them into a sex worker?” Iyanna demanded. “That’s horrible.”
“No, that’s Lix’dor Prime,” Kat said matter-of-factly. “But don’t worry, doll—that’s not going to happen to you. You’re the big devil guy’s ‘cherished wife’ so your modesty shields are staying firmly in place.”
“What if they fall off by accident?” Iyanna asked nervously. She didn’t like the idea of trusting to a few little magnets to keep her from suddenly flashing everyone and being turned from a respectable woman to a prostitute in an instant.