No!

Lisa stepped down the stairs, not paying any mind to exposing herself as her dress rode up coming down the steps. All of her focus was on being firm, on being brave, and on getting herself some god damned underwear. She stomped through the kitchen, out to the store, and right up to the counter where Usher was waiting. He wore a humored smile on his face, his eyes raised as if to say "Oh? What can I do for you?"

Lisa slammed the scrip down on the table. She looked Usher dead in the eyes, not wavering at all.

"Panties. I want them, now." She said, firmly.

"Lemme just count out yer-" Usher started to say.

"They're all there. You know how much scrip I have. Now go get me some underwear before I hurt someone." Lisa said.

Usher laughed. "Alright alright. I'll go getcha some damn knickers. But when I get back, dinner had better be ready."
Lisa wanted to shoot him with every bullet in the store. Her face went bright red as she tried her best not to scream, but she held her tongue. Fine. She was getting what she wanted. With enough luck, she'd get a nice cool drink of water, get paid, and get enough supplies to chase after the lynchers. At least, she hoped. All she had to do was just play nice for a few more days.

"Fine. Pick up some groceries while you're out. I'm not getting half-assed food while I'm living here." She said.

"Now hold on that'll cost-" Usher started.

"You're eating it too, god damn it, if you're making me cook at least make me cook well!" She shouted. Usher smiled.

"Okay dear, I gotcha." Usher put on a hat and strode towards the door. "If you hear anyone come in, you've got the till." He said as he walked on outside.

Lisa got to work making dinner. She made the chicken stock, prepped carrots and celery, she even went ham on seasoning. The soup she'd made was so perfect, if she had any panties to wear they'd have been knocked clean off. It took her most of the rest of the day, since she only had so many ingredients, but with the stock made, she'd have an easier time for the next few days. Lisa drank some liquor in between steps of cooking, the heat of the day leaking its way in through the kitchen windows. Wiping her brow as the soup finished, Lisa was taking a deep sip of booze when she heard Usher return from the store, and she excitedly ran to meet him, not even noticing her demeanor change.

"Well hey there!" Usher said as Lisa nearly bowled him over. "Oh come on, at least let me set the bags down."

"Lemme see, lemme see!" Lisa demanded, so happy to be getting new clothes, new undergarments. All the jumping she was doing only served to make her tits bounce and her skirt to ride up so high Usher could see every detail of her. He leered.

"Fine, fine. Here." Usher opened one bag and handed Lisa a box, a smooth nice one with an insignia on it. "Decided to go a little nicer since you've been working so hard."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. She felt touched by that, even though she knew she shouldn't. Usher was definitely abusing her kindness and naivety but she just wanted clothes. She opened the box and her heart sank into her stomach.

They weren't panties. Well, they were but they weren't real underwear. They were a link of pearls, strung together so they'd just barely cover anything at all. In fact, Lisa realized they wouldn't cover a damn thing, they'd just ride up against her slit and make her grow even more excited in the day. She almost threw them at Usher before she realized how beautiful the pearls were. They felt so smooth in her hands, and soft too. She got caught admiring the shine of the pearls, remembering how the really rich women in her town always wore pearls to balls.

"You're worth every pearl in the world, I just had to get you a few to remind you." Usher said. Lisa should not have felt complimented by his words, but damn she was tipsy and they were really nice. Usher knew his way with words.

"Thank you." Lisa said. It was half-sincere. At the very least, she was somewhat covered, and for the amount of scrip she paid, she never expected pearls.

"I gotcha something else." Usher said. He handed her another beautiful box. "Since you've gotten so in to cleaning."

Lisa opened it and found an apron inside. A beautiful pink apron, that reached down to her thighs and had lace frills on the edges. The material was soft, but a fabric that was easy to clean, and it smelled like her mom used to, like roses.

"Thank you again." She said.

"Thank me by serving up dinner. I'm starving!" Usher said.