Accept the Clothing Hesitantly

Krystal looked down again, still in shock and trying to think straight. The sticky slime that pulled on her fur was not helping. She returned her eyes to the reptilian host.
"Yes, thank you, I...don't know what came over me."
The lizgirl huffed lightly, a teasing smile on her face. She reached into her hide bag and pulled out the rest of the tribal ornaments. A cloth bra, thin and skimpy, dangled from her hands along with a pair of earrings and a brass choker.
"As long as you wear the wrappings of a trophy, you will be treated like on. Consider these your protection."
Krystal opened her mouth, wanting to protest but knew the caretaker meant no ill-will. She needed all the help she could get right now. Standing, the vixen covered herself in the symbols of a prized ****. Her large tits pressed together in the small bra, held tight and firm by the leather strap. The dried goo was pushed up and over her cleavage by the pressure. It felt like thick oil had glued her chest in place. Suppressing revulsion, Krystal quickly inserted the earrings and encased her neck in the choker. The metal was surprisingly cold against her body. Finally, she was dressed. It was a small, inappropriate dignity but part of her liked that. Ultimately, she was much more concerned with the strange stickiness in her fur and mouth. The blue fox sat down and started on the long list of questions roaming her head. Liz takes a seat across from her, two bowls of cloudy white soup in her hands.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know, but first lets eat. You look like you need it."