Her outfit for the evening

Valerie opened the pouch to reveal its contents - a selection of items that was to be her clothing for the occasion. The first two items were thigh high stockings and heels, which she put on. She glanced at the mirror, seeing her reflection - basically naked, but not technically naked. For a moment, memories involving a time where that difference had been important threatened to break through, but the feeling subsided, leaving her with just confusion.

She pulled out the final item - a short cloak. She put it on, fastening the sole clasp on her neck and pulling the hood over her head. The hem of the cloak was a little short - depending on how she adjusted it, it just about covered her pussy or her ass, but not both at once. Still, this was the first time in a long time any kind of clothing had covered her body. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. The sensation of clothing on her skin felt strange and unnatural to her, even though she knew this had once been normal.

Her mind in turmoil, she left the room and went to the entrance, where she saw about forty women in a similar state of dress as her. She had become acquainted with many of her fellow prisoners, on account of being trained with them, or servicing clients with them. This must be everyone, she thought. Whatever was happening next must be important. They had never made all of them gather like this.

A guard's voice broke her out of her train of thought. "Girls! There's a party downstairs. You're the servers, and the entertainment. Make sure our guests have a good time. Now move!"

The guards began to escort the girls to the elevator. In a few minutes, it was her turn.