Ash tapped a pink Slave Ball.
In a soft flash of light, Jessie appeared, standing right in front of him, completely naked.
Her skin was still warm and slightly flushed, long pink hair falling messily over her shoulders and down her back.
Her full breasts rose and fell with quick, nervous breaths. Her smooth and pale slim waist curved into wide hips, and between her thighs there was nothing at all to hide her soft pink labia.
Jessie blinked once, twice, the soft flash of light fading away.
The moment she saw Ash sitting there, her eyes lit up and she rushed straight toward him without thinking.
"Tell me about my mom! You promised, you'd tell me everything!"
She was so focused on wanting to learn about her mom that she didn't even notice she was standing there completely naked, or that the same boy who had raped her just yesterday, the one she had sworn she would kill the second she was free, instead she was begging the same person for answers.
She didn't even register that she was his slave now. All that mattered was the tiny spark of hope in her chest.
Jessie came closer and stopped right in front of him, so close that her warm thighs brushed his knees. Her naked body was only inches away, soft full breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.
She didn't even seem to notice how exposed she was. All she cared about was the answer burning in her eyes.
Ash just smiled warmly, completely calm, and reached into his system space.
He pulled out her usual Team Rocket uniform, neatly folded and held it out to her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Here, put these on first…"
Only then did Jessie freeze completely. Her eyes went wide, as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She suddenly realized she was standing totally naked in front of him, nothing covering her at all. A hot, burning blush exploded across her cheeks, spread down her neck and even reached her chest.
She let out a tiny, embarrassed squeak "Eep!" and quickly crossed one arm tight over her breasts, trying to hide her hard nipples.
Her other hand flew down between her legs, palm pressing flat to cover herself. But the movement only pushed her breasts together more, making them look fuller, her nipples still poking against her arm.
She pressed her thighs together hard, shoulders hunching forward, looking anywhere except at Ash's face.
Ash's smile stayed soft and patient, not teasing or mean, just calm and waiting.
Jessie's blush grew even deeper when she saw the clothes he was holding out.
She grabbed them fast with shaking fingers, but the moment she saw the clothes, she realized there was no bra and panties.
Her face turned scarlet, cheeks burning bright red. Still, she didn't say a single word.
She just spun halfway, trying to hide her front from him, and started dressing as fast as she could right there in the open. She didn't want to waste even one second. Every move was quick and shaky, like she couldn't get the clothes on fast enough.
With her back to Ash, the full view was breathtaking. Her long hair spilled down like silk, the thick, glossy strands brushing the middle of her back and swaying gently with every nervous breath.
The elegant curve of her back dipped gracefully from her shoulders to her tiny waist, then flared out into the soft, perfect roundness of her ass, two plump and firm butt cheeks that caught the light and glowed like warm cream.
Every little shift made her hair slide across her skin and her ass flex just slightly, the gentle sway of her hips making the whole picture even more beautiful.
She knew he was watching every inch of her. She could feel his eyes like warm fingers tracing her bare spine, her hair, her ass.
But she couldn't stop him and it's not like he hadn't already seen everything, touched everything, he even made her pregnant.
That thought hit her like a cold wave.
Her hands slowed for a second, eyes stinging, a quiet sadness washing over her.
Then the memory of her mother flashed again. She forced the tears back, took a shaky breath, and started dressing faster.
She still felt burning shame, but she wasn't going to waste time hiding now.
Hands shaking, cheeks on fire, she pulled the clothes on as quickly as she could.
Jessie started with a tiny black midriff shirt. She grabbed it with shaky fingers and pulled it over her head in one quick, clumsy motion.
The soft, stretchy fabric slid down her bare skin like cool silk. It hugged her waist tight and stretched smoothly over her full breasts, covering her hard nipples but not hiding them at all.
The tight black cloth clung to every curve and stopped just below her ribs. Her flat stomach and the black slave mark stayed completely bare.
She tugged at the bottom once, trying to pull it lower, but it only snapped back up, showing even more skin.
Her cheeks burned hotter than ever.
She felt more naked now than when she had nothing on.
Then she grabbed the white crop top with the big red R. She pulled it on, lifting one arm and then the other. As the shirt settled into place, her hair spilled out in a soft, messy wave, falling over her bare shoulders and down her back like smooth silk.
Next came the short white skirt. She grabbed it with trembling fingers and pulled it up fast, hands still shaking a little.
The moment the fabric slid over her bare hips she felt how strange it was with nothing underneath. Cool air brushed her most private places with every tiny movement.
A sudden memory hit her: she had seen her own panties stuffed in Nurse Joy's mouth yesterday… and the faint taste of someone else's underwear still lingered in her mind.
Her blush exploded hotter than ever, spreading down her neck and chest.
The skirt sat high on her hips, barely covering the tops of her thighs. Every small shift of her weight made it ride up even more, ready to flash everything underneath with the slightest step or bend.
She tugged at the hem once, twice, but it was useless. It stayed short, teasing, reminding her over and over that she was completely bare beneath it.
She finished with the long black gloves and the thigh-high black boots, sliding them on with shaky fingers.
Then she fixed her hair. She brushed it back with one quick motion, gathering the long pink strands and smoothing them into place. Her hair fell into its usual curled shape behind her head.
When she finally stood straight again, the full Team Rocket uniform clung to every curve, tight, revealing, and leaving nothing to the imagination, yet somehow she felt even more naked than before.
The cool air brushed her bare skin under her skirt.
With every small step the fabric rubbed gently over them, a constant, teasing reminder that she had nothing beneath the uniform.
Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, and she couldn't bring herself to look Ash in the eye.
Ash watched the whole time, eyes soft but clearly enjoying every second of the show.
He didn't stare like a creep; he just looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, a warm little smile on his lips.
Ash patted the bed right beside him, voice gentle. "Jessie… come here. Sit with me."