Dana prepares for the interview

Dana woke up in the morning to find a set of clothes laid out on her bed - a gray blazer and pencil skirt, a simple white shirt and a pair of skin colored stockings. Near the door, her favorite heels were neatly laid out. She let out a small sigh - apparently, underwear wasn't a privilege afforded to her just yet. Still, this would be a marked improvement over the last couple of days and she wasn't in a position to complain.

She took a shower and started putting on her clothes. She put on her stockings first, then her shirt. As she fastened the buttons, her gaze fell on the mirror and she looked at herself in this state of half-undress. She imagined making a presentation like this, making sure to bend over and pick up the pointer she had dropped while a room full of people watched her. A tiny feeling of thrill passed through her.

The shirt fit her shape perfectly, like it was custom tailored. She was a little concerned about how her breasts were pressing against the thin material - under the right kind of light, her nipples would definitely be visible through the fabric. On the other hand, any sort of bra would create a visible outline, so she could understand the stylistic choice from a strictly fashion point of view. It didn't make a difference anyway, since her blazer would cover most of it.

She wiggled into her skirt, then put on her blazer and finally her heels. She still wasn't fully comfortable with going commando, but she could manage a short interview with this. "At least it's a day where I get to wear clothes for once", she thought wryly.

She went downstairs and found a purse and glasses waiting for her, completing her ensemble. Prince was nowhere to be seen, but she heard his voice in his head. "Head out the front door and you will be transported about a block away from the Acropolis building. Head out the alley, head left and you'll see the building. Ask someone inside for where your interview is, you're supposed to be new there."

Dana jumped slightly in surprise. "How are you talking to me?" she said out loud. She heard the reply in her head "Come on, I'm that little voice in your head that tells you to do naughty things! Surely you've heard of that one before!"

He continued, "By the way, no need to say it out loud - just think what you want to say to me, and I'll hear it."

How long had he been able to do that? Her mind went to all her fantasies of him in the past couple of days. She had imagined saying a lot of things to him in them - had he heard all of them? Dana felt mortified and had to take a moment to compose herself. She felt herself getting moist.

"Time to go", she steeled herself as she stepped through the door.