Unfolding the little slips of cloth caused her to rethink the word ‘clothes’, revealing them to be nothing more than a pair of black thigh high stockings, panties, and a tiny, fishnet dress of some kind. She had seen women wearing clothes like these before, but only ever prostitutes on television or sorority girls at trashy Halloween parties. Grimacing at the thought of dressing like this for her captor, she pulled the panties into place. They were sheer black boy shorts outlined with red piping, a single small red flower embroidered on the front of them along the waistline. The panties matched the stockings she’d worn the day before, she realized. She picked up the stockings, discovering that they were the same ones, each embroidered with a red flower and patterned with the climbing vines
