Which outfit does Garrett the slavegirl choose?
Distracted
Garrett stuck his tongue out at the chained figure reclining on the bed, then stopped. Why had he done that? It was so much like Pria, the real Pria, saucy and disrespectful... He shook his head, feeling Pria's long hair brush his slim shoulder in yet another reminder of the change, the degradation of his status and position in his world. No matter, it would all be reversed soon enough when he swapped again tomorrow, when he took Lord Drask's body but until then he had to be Pria the slave girl, and Pria needed to be dressed like a proper slave.
The red outfit was... sufficient, he decided. He turned away from the bed where his own body rested, securely chained, in an odd show of modesty and slid the thin cloth over his head, obscuring his vision in a red translucent haze for a moment before it fell across his breasts in a sensual waterfall. He tugged at the hem, too short for his liking now but before, when Pria had worn such outfits he had appreciated them all too well.
He turned back and gasped as he saw his own body standing in front of him, the manacles that should have secured Pria in his body lying open on the bed. How?
"Foolish girl." Pria grasped him by the throat, lifting him onto his toes as he struggled in his own body's firm grasp. "You didn't even test the bonds I placed upon your body, to see if they were properly secured. I only had to distract you with my mouth and give you something else to think about." Pria threw him onto the bed and pulled his slim arms behind his back. He felt the steel bands of the manacles ratchet tightly around his wrists. Metallic clicks told him the locks were closed firmly and this time the manacles would not come off by themselves but he twisted and pulled at them frantically, pointlessly, hoping against hope that the manacles would somehow spring open and free him.
"Ha ha ha!" Pria laughed, Garrett's own deep voice ringing jarringly in his ears. "I find the sight of a slave girl fighting her bonds to be... arousing, at least from this perspective." She reached down and pulled the hem of Garrett's red silk shift to one side as he shuddered in fear and, excitement? "Let's explore a bit further, shall we?"
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