Flora is dressed

With experience and professionalism, Flora found herself naked, alone in a stall. And the catgirl returned with a selection of some clothes and objects.

Flora flipped through some hot and generous clothes which wasn't that bad. And shortly after, she was wearing a tight leather corset, which also supported her breasts at the same time.

"Exhale deeply again" instructed Aya.

She exhaled deeply as the corset suddenly tightened, fitting snugly around her waist.

The catgirl was then handing out a skirt when Flora, panting slightly, stopped her. "Wait" she asked. Can't I get panties?"

"Panties?" Aya asked with a look of surprise.

"Well, panties, slip, something underneath. You know."

The saleswoman still seemed clueless, leaving Flora with nothing to do but get intimate.

"My clitoris is very sensitive right now, a gust of wind and I almost get an orgasm." for clarity, she spread her wet labia while Aya knelt in front of her.

Flora's swollen and enlarged clitoris was clearly visible.

Suddenly a rough but still soft tongue ran over the sensitive piece and Flora moaned loudly with joy.

"Oh, now I know what you mean," grinned the catgirl, who happily licked Flora's juices from her lips. "Wait a moment."

A short time later, the seller was back. And told Flora to get into an art G-string.

"There you are" smiled Aya.

Flora looked at herself in the mirror, that was by no means panties or even a G-string.

The cords held a a golden ring that pushed her labia and cap clit to leave an open space for the latter.

In addition, a kind of small piece of jewelry dangled directly over her exposed clitoris, which touched it from time to time and only kindled the fire more.

"This isn't an underwear," Flora complained to the employee.

"Are you sure?" She innocently asked, "although it was in the aisle labeled 'underwear.' Besides, I must say, it suits you very well."

Flora looked at herself in the mirror, again. The catgirl wasn't entirely wrong, despite a voice in the back of her brain saying that it was way too slutty even for her. But in the park pretty much no one seemed to care how she dressed.

"Well, you're right, it really suits me. Ok, let's continue"

"Very well" said Aya who then helped Flora get into the tight skirt.

"Oh woah that feels good, what kind of material is this. It looks like leather but it feels different"

"Oh, the skirt is made of a kind of special latex the park developed. Now let us finished your outfit. "

The catgirl helped Flora with her shoes. The black heels were a perfect fit to the rest of the outfit. As for the accessories, Aya added a tight necklace that flattered her neck.

"Perfect," said the catgirl, trotting proudly away from Flora, admiring her work.

Flora had to agree, the only downside was that the skirt was a bit short, and the young woman was worried that the wind could reveal her exposed clit.

"Wait !" Aya said and stopped Flora from leaving the changing room. "I almost forgot these little friends". She said, holding four silver balls that were all threaded on a string in front of Flora's wide open eyes.

Before Flora could even think of anything, the catgirl had gone on her knees and shoved one ball after another into Flora's wet vagina. The girl moaned softly in response, feeling each ball come inside and giggling from a very simple mechanism.

Aya then stuck her head under Flora's skirt and, again, gently licked Flora's sensitive clitoris with her long rough tongue. The young woman gasped, hit by an orgasm due to the increased sensitivity from her clit and the metal balls in her.

"Now, you are ready, let's go meet the others, nya!" Aya said, gently pushing her back into the store, barely leaving time for Flora to recover from her orgasm.

Flora took a last look at herself in the mirror, she looked incredibly sexy, too sexy for anywhere else, but here, she looked perfect. Finally, it was time to go back to Luna.