Prepare for her first Day out

Having grown up in an orphanage, Sona knew what it was like to wake up hungry. Though she and the other children weren’t mistreated, there were simply times when there wasn’t enough food to go around. Being older than the others, she would often give up her meals so that the younger children could eat instead. Though she could feel the dull ache of hunger faintly this morning, the feeling that woke her up was the tumult of nerves swirling inside her.

Today was the day. Out of options, Sona was left with no other choice than to venture out of her home nude to run her weeks errands.

Anxious, that strange mix of dread and excitement, Sona got out of bed, feeling the sheets fall off her body. Languidly, stalling with every step, she made her way to the bathroom where she drew a bath. She had hoped the warm water would calm some, but her as she groomed herself, making sure all the bumps of stubble were smoothed down all, she was only reminded more so of her nakedness.

After drying off, she grabbed her usual lotion and sat on her bed. She usually used it to keep her skin moisturized, it’s how she had avoided stretch marks all this time, but the lotion also offered some protection from the sun as well, which would be very important to Sona for the coming week.

After putting her hair through her signature plates, creating two flowing tails, Sona lastly walked to her now barren closet, where she was allowed to make her one choice of clothing. Jinx likely could have made a fortune with her shoe collection, but she had left them, mockingly. She eventually settled on a pair of closed-toed high-heels, a shade blue that mated the dress she was famous for. They had been a gift from an up and coming designer in the city and were amazingly comfortable, despite what you might assume by looking at them. The combination of fine craftsmanship and a little bit of magic made for a remarkably comfortable walk and if she could use her plight to bring some attention to the talented cobbler, all the better.

Now “dressed,” she grabbed her handbag, deep blue as well with golden embroidery that had also been a gift, ad checked through it to make sure everything was still where it should be. Her money for the day, some make up for touch ups, and most importantly, a note pad and pen. Being unable to speak, whenever Sona left the house, she had to make sure to bring some way to communicate. On the notepad were some already written pleasantries such as greetings and thank yous, as well as her lists of things to buy while out. Walking to her bathroom, she added one more item to the list of necessities; a towel to sit on.

Taking one last moment to steel herself, Sona looked herself over in the mirror. Normally this is when she would smooth out her hair and clothes, and perhaps adjust her bust a bit, but all she could do now was look at herself. Being a mute, people often took her inability to respond, as well as her celebrity, as an excuse to speak more freely and loudly about her than they would someone else. She knew people talked about her breasts; how large they were, the largest in the League of Legends, rivaled only by the pirate Miss Fortune. It didn’t help that she dressed in ways that often emphasized them. Though she would never admit it, they were a point of pride for her.

Though it was often hidden underneath a flowing dress, the rest of her was just as curvaceous. Thick thighs met at her wide hips and butt, accentuated only further by her high heels. Voluptuous was the only word appropriate for her.

Starring herself down in nothing but make-up and high heels, Sona could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and it wasn’t just nerves and humiliation fueling the frantic pace. There as tinge of forbidden excitement as well.

The growl of her stomach brought her back to attention. With nothing left to do, Sona breathed heavily, steeled herself as she opened the front door.