Melisa stared at the "ceremonial outfit" the Matriarch's servants had laid out for her.
"You want me to wear THIS?"
It was barely fabric. Two strips of silk covered her tits—sort of—connected by gold chains that draped across her stomach. The bottom was worse: a skirt so short that if she bent even slightly, everyone would get a full view of her ass. The whole thing was deep purple, matching her skin tone so well that from a distance she'd look naked.
"Is something wrong?" Silviana asked from behind the changing screen. Her shadow moved as she dressed. Even her silhouette looked lewd. "The ceremonial garb of unity has been worn by nim dignitaries for centuries."
[Centuries of nim trying not to flash entire crowds, apparently.]
"It's just... there's not much of it."
"That's the point! It shows you have nothing to hide!" The Matriarch emerged laughing from behind her screen.
Melisa's brain stopped working.
