Shopping day

Morning arrived far too soon, filtering through the blinds of Lilith's luxurious room. Magi woke up with the same icy void with which she had fallen asleep. The silk sheet felt strange against her bare skin, a constant reminder of Lilith's command. Beside her, the model slept with a placidity that Magi found obscene.

The ride in Lilith's car, a low, screaming sports car, was a silent ****. Magi shrank into the leather seat, feeling every glance from other drivers at the traffic lights like a pinprick. She was wrapped in one of Lilith's long coats, but underneath, as ordered, there was nothing. The feeling of the fine lining fabric brushing directly against her skin made her feel incredibly ****, as if the slightest breeze could expose her.

The first boutique was a place of cushioned silences and carpets so thick they muffled footsteps. An impeccable saleswoman approached with a professional smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Miss Lilith, a pleasure. We have the new arrivals you mentioned."

"Perfect. They are for her," Lilith said, pointing to Magi with a casual gesture of her gloved hand.

The fitting room was spacious, with mirrors everywhere. Lilith closed the curtain and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

"The coat. Off," she ordered gently.

Magi held her breath. With trembling hands, she unbuckled the belt and let the heavy coat slide from her shoulders to form a dark puddle at her feet. She stood, completely naked under the cold, clear light of the fitting room, feeling the air conditioning like a violent caress on her skin.

Lilith didn't smile. She evaluated.

"Good. Let's begin."

The first garment was a black velvet dress, so tight Magi had to hold her breath for the zipper to close. The fabric, oppressive and sensual, molded every curve mercilessly. The neckline was a deep plunge and the side slit rose up to her hip.

"Walk," Lilith commanded.

Magi took a few clumsy steps. The velvet whispered against her bare skin, an intimate and exposed sound.

"Awkward. You look like a teenager at her first dance. Forget it. Next."

The next ensemble was a second skin of another kind: faux leather pants, so tight that every movement was a struggle, and a long-sleeved black mesh top. As she put it on, Magi saw in the mirror how the mesh distorted her torso, creating a puzzle of flesh and shadow. Her nipples, hardened by the cold and shame, were dark spots visible through the translucent fabric.

"Better," Lilith murmured. "Play with illusion. It’s an elegant lie. Learn to wear it with disdain."

Lilith didn't stop there. From a rack, she pulled out a wine-colored latex dress, shiny and cold to the touch.

"This will fit you like a glove. Or a second skin," she said, with a smile that promised nothing good.

Magi struggled to get into it. The latex clung to every inch, with no air between the fabric and her skin, creating a feeling of suffocation and total exposure. Looking in the mirror, she saw her reflection transformed into a glossy, obscene statue.

"Excellent," Lilith murmured, walking around her. "Latex is unforgiving. It shows every imperfection, every curve... every detail. You can't hide anything in this."

Next, she tried on a black lace bodysuit with strategic cutouts that exposed her hips and most of her back. The fabric was delicate, but the design was brutally revealing.

"Turn," Lilith ordered. "Let the light play on your skin through the gaps."

Magi obeyed, feeling like an object in a rotating display case. Each movement revealed a new patch of skin, a new vulnerability.

The last outfit from this boutique was the most perverse: a deliberately transparent white silk bodysuit, with flesh-colored strategic reinforcements that simulated modesty where there was none. It was a mockery of innocence, a garment designed to deceive and excite.

"Corrupted purity," Lilith declared, satisfied. "Perfect for certain clients who enjoy the... contrast."

Magi saw herself in the mirror. The translucent silk was almost a veil, revealing more than it concealed. The flesh-colored reinforcements created an optical illusion that was as provocative as total transparency.

The humiliation continued. Lilith made her model each garment not just for her, but for the saleswomen, for the few wealthy clients who watched them with cold curiosity. She **** her to walk, to bend down to pick up a purse, to sit with **** elegance, each time evaluating how the fabric stretched and revealed.

In one store, Lilith made her try on a faux fur coat. It was huge and warm. For a second, Magi felt a false relief, a sense of shelter. Until Lilith, with a smile, ordered her to open it. Underneath, there was nothing. The brutal exposure of the contrast between the luxurious fur and her nakedness was so intense that Magi felt tears blurring her vision.

"It's not clothing, Magi," Lilith whispered in her ear. "It's armor. The armor of the woman you are going to be. One who uses her body as a weapon. As currency."

By the end of the afternoon, exhausted and morally shattered, Magi found herself laden with thick paper bags containing a wardrobe that nauseated her. She stopped in front of Lilith on the sidewalk, on the verge of collapse.

"I can't accept all this. I'll never be able to pay you back," her voice was a thread of agony.

Lilith smiled, for the first time with something that seemed like genuine amusement.

"Darling, it’s not a loan. It's a welcome gift. Welcome to your new life. The life where you stop being the little gray mouse who apologizes for existing."

She pinched Magi's chin with cold fingers.