Festival girl outfits are back in style!

Vicky felt an odd sensation, a weird tickling in her skull as Jessica dove deep into Vicky's memories. Jessica began to peruse her options, tempted to check out Vicky's awkward high school days before following a lingering trail of shame and regret that led directly to Vicky in college. It was a time that was generally characterized by long periods of studying punctuated by **** fun with a small group of outcast friends. Jessica discovered that, in college, Vicky learned to channel her stress and anxiety about classes into dance! To let off steam, she would frequent the festival and rave scene quite regularly where VIcky and her friends would take ****, dress in skimpy clothes, and dance in abandoned warehouses till the sun came up. Thinking back on it when she got older, Vicky would often feel quite embarrassed of her behavior, how irresponsibly she had acted letting anyone grind up and feel their bodies, getting especially crazy with how she would dress, pushing the boundaries of not only decency but dignity. Sometimes, when her mind would drift back to those days, she could only cringe as she thought about the tacky, tiny, and loud clothes that she used to wear. And the cringe would be followed up by a blush as she thought how she would look in those clothes now that she had gotten older and gained the natural curves that come with age. Those thoughts would normally only lingers a moment before Vicky shook them away, but today the images are being burned into her brain as Jessica flips through them like a catalog, trying to decide on which to have Vicky wear out.

As Jessica salivated at her options, she stumbled upon a particularly savory memory featuring an outfit of Vicky's which was, even at the time, a bit much for her. In the memory, Vicky and her friends obtained tickets to a VIP event from a rich cousin who had to miss on account of a last minute trip to Italy. Normally the girls would wear cheap fishnets, platform sneakers, bright shorts, tiny tops, and lots of loud, neon accessories. Not this event; this was a much fancier affair. Instead of the normal, sketchy abandoned warehouse, this rave was taking place in the conference hall of a fancy hotel downtown. Apparently some world renowned DJs were going to be spinning records and the rave had turned into an event for the ages. In honor of the special occasion, one of Vicky's friends convinced them all to try their most daring outfits to date and as an incentive, she had even offered a special, smokeable prize for the winner!

Everyone had done their best to win, but none had the nerves of Vicky, who had decided to push risque to a whole new level with a masquerade themed rave outfit. She had decided to blend sexy, chic lingerie with the leather and spandex straps she would normally wear to these things. The women had arrived at the hotel in long, conservative coats, but had to check them before they would be able to walk through the lobby to find the thumping bass that signaled an epic party somewhere nearby. Jessica watched as the nervous, young Vicky checked her coat, her face beat red as she tried to hide her nervousness. Even though many scantily clad people roamed the lobby, there was clear "ooh's and aah's" as Vicky's outfit came into view. Shiny, lace straps crisscrossed her body, with tiny bits of leather woven into between them. The form was that of low-cut, one-piece swimsuit. The cut of the front traveled all the way down to below Vicky's belly button and went even lower to show a bit of her butt-crack. The lace was thick so that at a glance, anyone who looked would see skimpy but solid clothing, but on closer inspection they might wonder if they had seen areolas and maybe even the hint a heart shaped pattern between Vicky's legs that could only be her pubic hair. Instead of her normal sneakers, Vicky had chosen some obscenely high heel shoes and stocking. Everything was bright pink, except for a dark black masquerade mask that Vicky put on. It was the only thing that gave her enough courage to wear the outfit in the first place. She then pulled something out of her pockets and placed on her wrists a pair of BDSM-style wrist-cuffs with rings intended for securing someone using rope or chains. She then bent down and placed a second pair of slightly larger cuffs around her ankles. She wanted to be confident, but instead Vicky sheepishly ran up to her friend who offered the prize and said, "This better have won it for me." As Vicky and her friend disappear into the rave, the memory fades.

Jessica smiles, "Oh this is the winner all right."