Heels and pearls.

Mayor Charlotte Aberdeen was still wearing her work outfit, which consisted of six-inch black high-heeled shoes, an elegant short pearl necklace, a thin gold wristwatch and a simple gold wedding ring. Her makeup was immaculate, simple ruby red lipstick with a little blush to accentuate her cheekbones, black eyeliner, and a tiny bit of rouge on her pert nipples and labia to make them stand out more. Her nails were also long and perfectly painted in a ruby red that matched her lipstick. Her hair was a short dark brown pixie cut, elegant and practical. She also had two pearl stud earrings, to match her necklace. But most of all, she held herself with shoulders back, chest out, hips cocked slightly to the side, head high, held authoritatively with a commanding look in her eye that assessed everything that came under her steely gaze. She was a naked woman, but she was a naked boss woman, and she projected this air of authority everywhere she went.

When she saw her timid daughter come down the stairs, flat-footed, hugging her pillow like a teddy bear or shield, Charlotte allowed the corners of her mouth to turn ever so slightly down, giving a slightly weary sigh of disappointment. "Darling..." she said as she shook her head, regarding her daughter's glare.

"What?" Florence snapped. "I'm naked, I'm barefoot, what else do you want?"

"I want you to start behaving like a proper young lady. The world is changing and we need to be at the forefront of these changes and embrace and own them. Darling, I want you to be happy-"

"Ha!" Florence snapped.

"I want you to be happy, but your not going to be unless you allow yourself to be."

"How can I, mother? I'm naked! Oh my god, I'm naked forever! And you did this! You made me do this before everyone else and now I'm going to be the only one whose naked well before I have to be! You could have at least let me finish out the school year before taking my clothes away, like everyone else!"

"Sweetheart, darling," Charlotte implored. "I know being the mayor's daughter is hard, but we have to set the best example and show that we are willing to live under the same rules as we enforce. Now I know you're upset, I do. So, in order to make it up to you, how about... We give you something special, something you've wanted for a long time now, in order to compensate for the difficulty of this transition?"

Florence's eyes slowly grew wider. First with confusion, then with curiosity as to what her mother could possibly be talking about. "What...?"