A...parade?

Dany's curiosity was piqued by all that clangour, so she sped up a little, making sure to stay under awnings and out of direct sunlight as she made her way up the street and foward the source of the noise, as the last thing she needed was for anyone else to look in her direction and see her in a mostly-transparent mini-gown. She picked her way through a back alley that bisected its way through one street, and then another.

Finally, she was close enough to the noise to start making out words. It sounded like people were...chanting? It was a little difficult to parse all of it but they were celebrating something, or someone. Great cheers kept going up every few seconds, and she caught the tail end of someone shouting, "Three cheers for the most glorious, generous one of all!"

She looked around at the alley behind her, there was no one there, but she felt a little exposed anyway. It was difficult not to when wearing something like this, she thought, pulling firmly on the bottom of the uniform. There was a slight ripping sound, and as she brought her hand back up she saw that she's tugged too hard on the flimsy material, and now a handful of it had come off in her hand.

Dany couldn't see the extent of the damage from here, so she found herself turning on the spot in the mouth of the alley, groping at her own arse in an attempt to gauge how much of it was still covered. "Fuck...no, no..." She hissed, but there was no fixing it now, she could only hope there wasn't too much of her on display.

She turned back to the alleyway's entrance and, slowly, peeked through it, careful not to let anything else come into view, other than her head. Sure enough, the street was dominated by some kind of large street march, or parade. People waving black banners with scarlet, three-headed dragons on them marched down the centre of the avenue, while people on the sidelines waved little flags and danced on the spot.

Was this some kind of...tribute? To her? Dany felt herself welling up a little. This was the kind of appreciation she hadn't had in days, the kind of respect she'd been so cruelly denied since she'd first been picked up by Moro and his Khalasar, but now here it was, and she felt the urge to bask in it.

But she couldn't, she gave another glance down at her attire and grimaced at the sight. It seemed to get shorter and more see-through time she looked; there was no way for her to go out there and make herself the centre of attention when she was so...indecent.

She took a step back, and sent a few pebbles and bits of dust scattering underfoot. A few feet away, at the very back of the crowd, someone noticed and turned. Dany was too busy obsessing over Penareq's uniform, and didn't notice until that someone walked up into the mouth of the alley and, seeing the telltale platinum blonde of her hair, broke out into a great, big smile. "Mhysa!" She said.

Dany broke out into a cold sweat. She looked up at a young woman with dark hair, who was standing in front of her and so enamoured at the sight of her face and hair, she hadn't seemed to notice the rest of her. "Uh..." Dany was drawing a blank, finding she had no idea what to say to get out of this. "N-no...no you have me mistaken with—"

The girl shook her head, she repeated herself, more insistently this time. "Mhysa! Mhysa!" She said, her voice loud and echoing in the empty alley. People were beginning to take interest behind her, heads were turning, recognition beginning to dawn. "No...no, I'm not—" Dany was panicking, she started to walk backwards, further into the alley, but the girl in her excitement ran forward and tugged at her arm, dragging Dany forward. "No, no let go, I can't...not like this, no!" Dany struggled against her, but as they reached the mouth of the alley once more some of the other nearby members of the crowd began to take notice of the girl's shouts and, upon noticing Dany's face and hair, tugged at her arms right along with her.

Dany was powerless against the combined strength of multiple people, so try as she might she found herself dragged out and through the audience on this side of the street. Cries of, "Mhysa!" and "Khaleesi!" going up again and again, louder and louder as more people saw that telltale shock of hair atop her head. Dany thought it would end there, she hoped she would be but a brief spectacle and she could return to the safety of the side streets, but fate had other plans.

Before she knew it, she'd been moved to the very edge of the thoroughfare, where the parade itself was marching past in a great swell of motion. The girl and her newfound allies were still crying, "Mhysa!" Over and over again, and as they reached the procession, dozens of members of it looked over and saw her, answering those cries with their own shouts of recognition.

Dany was mortified, how had this happened? How was she here in the centre of a crowd of people chanting her name while her bum and cunny threatened to show themselves from beneath this ridiculous outfit at any moment? Her face was beginning to burn, and despite everything, she still put up an attempt at resistance as the small group that had her by the arms passed her over the edge of the crowd of spectators and into the procession itself.

Dany thought, for a fleeting moment, that she might be able to remain unseen in the parade itself, and then she felt hands on her, starting to lift her up and over the crowd. "No!" She shouted, barely audible over the chanting of the crowd. "Please! Let me down! I can't—not like this! Please!" Her cries fell on deaf ears, as over her pleas the chanting continued. "Mhysa! Mhysa!"

Dany felt the uniform riding up terribly far over her arse, and she clamped a hand down between her legs in a futile attempt at protecting her modesty. All around and below her were faces, each of them so happy to see her again, to see their 'Mhysa', she cringed at the awful circumstances she found herself being welcomed back to Meereen under, and was struggling with being jostled by the sea of hands bearing her aloft when she heard a great rushing of wind somewhere above her. Drogon had spotted her and was coming right overhead, "Drogon!" She said, her saviour had come again. "DROGON! HERE!"

Drogon passed above the crowd, in the opposite direction they were marching in, and Dany gasped as the wind in his wake grabbed at the hem of the uniform and flipped it, inverting it so that the material was fully over her head, and all at once felt the cool afternoon breeze all over her lower body. Small torrents of laughter went up, Dany really, truly hoped it wasn't at her expense. She struggled with it as it obscured her vision, she knew that the longer it stayed like this, the longer she would be on display, for anyone to see! She had to abandon the shielding of her vulva, and instead devote all of her efforts to fixing the pressing situation with her attire.

Eventually, after several moments of struggle, she managed to get her head free — her face now cherry red — though with a start she realised she had extricated herself in precisely the wrong way, mistakenly having wriggled out of the maid's uniform entirely. Now it was just a length of sheer cloth in her hand, and she was once again buck naked, her body positively dazzling in the Sunlight. No one could fail to notice, now. No one was averting their eyes. Dany exhaled sharply as it dawned on her that several thousand people who worshipped the ground she walked on had seen her, were seeing her, utterly and completely exposed. Naked as her nameday.

She furiously went to pull the uniform back on over her head, trying to cover herself with something, anything at all! But as she looked at her hands, she saw that they were empty, and disappearing across that sea of hands, was a scrap of blue cloth. She tried to wiggle out of the crowd's grip, but it was too tight, even as she surfed along on it. "LET ME DOWN!" She screamed. "LET ME GO! NOT LIKE THIS, NOT LIKE THIS!"

She felt like she could cry, the embarassment of the past few days had reached a fever pitch. Dany tried to cover her pussy once more, but with a jolt she realised there were...hands on her, hands that weren't her own. The crowd were becoming riled up by her nudity, their chants of "Mhysa" became somehow louder and more intense still; and Dany felt their hands all over her.

Hands on her bum, each cheek grabbed by four or five sets of hands, groping feverishly at the curved softness of them. Hands on her breasts, each one cupped and squeezed and cupped again. Hands between her thighs, reaching up and, taking full advantage of the situation, rubbing her cunny's lips with reckless abandon, probing the soft, wet space within. Dany was paralysed, unable to even speak. Her mouth gaped open, her legs trembling, she couldn't...there was nothing she could...it was over...