Barely covered but home.

As it turned out, once the human had recovered from Neisa's double flashbang, he did have some clothes in stock. Unfortunately he was a leather merchant.

As a result once they started walking again she was clad in leather, an apron over her chest bound with a belt below her breasts, and a very tight pair of black leather shorts that lassi had had far too much fun assisting her with getting on.

A little while later they reached the city and headed straight for Neisa's apartment. Once they reached the door and stepped inside Lassi paused, tapping her chin in thought.

"Hmmm, bear with me Neisa. Im going to see if Alwin has any more info on the temple that might help, maybe i can arrange a little expedition. Back soon!"

Lassi turned and skipped away, pushing the door shut behind her, leaving Neisa stood alone in her home. She let out a sigh again and looked down. There was no way she could take off the apron and shorts on her own with her hands bound still.

She stepped over to her bed and collapsed onto it. Closing her eyes she lay there for a moment trying to think through the events of the day. Waking up with Lassi helping herself to her ass, kissing her. Visiting the goldsmiths, having to sit in front of Alwin while Lassi played with her breasts, the armature that held her nipples on display for him. A small victory in beating the two ghosts, only for a third to appear and now provide a female insight to their abuse. The rough thigh fuck that followed and left her simmering. The whole event replayed in her head, round and around again.

She jolted at the feeling of a nail trailing down her back and rolled over. Rising to sit at the edge of the bed she saw the feminine hands of the viera ghost floating crossed.

"Come onnn... How am i supposed to beat you now too if you WONT LET ME SLEEP!" She screamed at the ghost, frustration and fatigue bubbling over. She jumped to her feet but stumbled, landing face first in the soft pillows of the ghosts chest. She felt arms wrap around her shoulders, cold but gentle.

Neisa's composure broke and she burst into tears in the viera's arms. She felt her wrists come free and she wrapped her arms around the ghost and cried for long minutes. For once the ghost just held her without molesting her.

Eventually Neisa calmed, raising her head to rest on the ghost's invisible chest.

"I don't know what you did to Lassi but she's never been so pervy before..." She muttered, looking up into empty space.

The ghost held one hand out and made a so-so gesture.

"Hah" Neisa snorted. "If you think so. Either way she is way worse than before..."

Lassi pulled away, standing and rolling her shoulders to ese the ache out.

"Nggh, this handcuff shit is wrecking my shoulders." Whining Neisa turned her back to the ghost again.

A cold hand brushed over her shoulder blade, tracing over the toned muscle. Neisa's breath hitched as the other hand joined in, mirroring the caress.

Suddenly the hands scooped her up, dropping her back on her bed and rolling her over onto her front. Neisa let out an angry growl before she felt a soft weight over her legs...