Nishi’s new costume should be…modest. Extremely modest.

Bryce pulled a few bits from different costumes, the loose black robes of the Necromancer, the headscarf of the Modest Milkmaid, the veil of the Harem Girl, all combined to form a makeshift Burka.

Ultraboy passed it over, “I think you’ll be the Muslim Maiden, the newest superheroine in town.”

Nishi dressed slowly, carefully drawing his eye to each inch of slowly covered flesh. “So, my fiancé doesn’t want others to see my skin, that’s almost romantic, in a creepily possessive way.”

Ultraboy glared at her. “I’m more worried about anyone knowing Ultraboy is affiliated with the Futa Converter.”

She rose, only her eyes and the narrow band of caramel flesh around them was visible.

“Whatever you say,” she teased, her slight accent slightly arousing.

“Run through your combat routines, okay? I want to see if anything…shows,” Ultraboy said.

She ran through a dozen katas, hands and feet moving slowly through the patterns. During the high kicks, Ultraboy could see her dark flesh, swinging cock and pink cunt. She clearly knew it, but held each posture, sliding between them so slowly that she gave him a clear view. Ultraboy’s dick hardened as he took the Thief’s (she wasn’t a creative woman) tight tights down and passed it over. “This should help with the flashing problem.”

“What about the hard cock problem?” Nishi asked, her dark eyes locked on Ultraboy’s hardening cock…

Well, she was one solution, and he found her in the burka arousing in a dirty sorta way, but maybe he should check in on the other futas in the house, anyone of whom would be happy to help with his…problem.