Your in the cart again about as sore as before but this time your clothes are rags, assholes ripped your stuff up while the fucked you. You look around for some cloth to cover your self but there's nothing good.
"Hey. Harlot. The lads found this for you. As a gift, should make drawing in johns easier" the guy in charge the first night tosses you some small garments. It takes a while to puzzle out what to do with them there's so little to them the top is just a red leather strip of fabric like a tube top but fastens in the back like a corset the bottom is a few inches of black skirt only enough to cover your pussy. You look horrified, the shock must show on your face since he laughs.
"Well but naked might draw lot too" he grins, like the shit head thinks he's clever or something.
You put it on, there are no panties so it not like that belt of a skirt feels any different, the support from the leather tube top thing is actually nice, pushes you boobs up though and displayed some impressive cleavage.
"Nice the guy calls out now no one will need to put thought into if your asking for dick, the chick we got them off of had some under garments to but we thought why give up ease of access" he laughs again, your starting to really not like this guy.
He's not wrong, you look like you're on the prowl.
That afternoon you slowly run into more and more carts and people. By the evening you reach the tents at the edge of baggage train. Well you're here, you were going to make something for your self. Whoring is a rough start, even with the new clothes maybe you can get someone to bring you you to do some mercenary work.
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