“Hmm, What sort or mail order bride?” Kator prompts.

“There is a sari for an exotic Indian flavour. A traditional Chinese qipao or cheongsam. But I would suggest the Kimono though as it results in a petite and submissively restrained bride. Bust sizes vary...” the old man suggested as he lead them to the shelf. “Small chest through to large...” he said.

Kator followed, tugging the lushly curved slavegirl along by her leash then grinned and pulled out the brightly coloured silk kimono. “I think you’ll put the moan in kimono Jonna,” he said. “Go put this on,” he instructed.

“Yes master,” Jonna agreed as she took the garment. It had large sleeves and holding it before her she saw it reached from the shoulders all the way down to her knees. It was very modest and demure and she knew that when she put it on she would grow even shorter as it would reach her heals. She saw Kator had chosen the larger breasted version.