Claim Ashley's choice of clothing

As you finish eating your toast and enjoying Ashley's exposed ass, you think back to what the card said. You're apparently allowed to claim anything, physical or immaterial. That particular part is sticking in your head at the moment. So far, everything you have claimed has fallen under physical, but how exactly would you claim something immaterial? What would that even be? Could you claim concepts? Aspects of a person?

You decide that one more test is in order before you leave the apartment. And thankfully, Ashley's constant fidgeting with her partially pulled down jogging pants has given you a perfect way to do so.

"Hey Ashley, want me to help you with your pants issue?" you ask her.

She gives you a confused look, "I would say yes, but I don't know how you would do that."

"Easy," you say with a smile, "I'm claiming your choice of clothing for myself."

Ashley frowns for a moment, then her eyes go wide and she looks down at herself, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking! Is what I'm wearing okay?"

Well, that answers your question. You now apparently own Ashley's entire wardrobe and sense of fashion. Or at least whether she's allowed to wear something or not. You're already having some ideas on what you want to do with this newfound power, but for the moment you only had one thing on your mind.

"I don't know," you respond, "Take it all off and I'll make my judgement then."

Ashley's face went beet red, and she opens her mouth as if to say something, but instead sighs and bends over to take off her shoes, "You're the boss."

She kicks off her sneakers, then lifts her legs and pulls her socks off her feet. Tossing them aside, she then pushes her jogging pants down the rest of the way down and steps out of them, fully exposing her creamy toned thighs to you. Ashley reaches behind her and pulls her panties out of her butt crack, then takes them off as well. You get a brief glimpse of her pussy as she does so, before she covers it up with her free hand in embarrassment a moment later.

Your eyes remain transfixed on her body, not even caring that she isn't trying to put on a show for you, and you almost don't even notice when she holds her panties out to you.

"Here, John," she says to you.

"Huh?" you manage to sputter out.

"Your panties," she explains, "You said to get them back to you as soon as I take them off. Well here you go."

Oh, right. You had almost forgotten about that. Still somewhat stunned at what was going on, you take the panties from her without another word. They were still warm, and slightly damp from her sweat. You keep them in your hand as you watch Ashley continue to strip. Though from what you can see, there's only one article of clothing left.

Ashley grabs the hem of her dark grey sports bra and pulls it over her head, finally freeing her C-cup breasts from their confinement. You watch them as they jiggle slightly from the **** of the release, and you manage to take in her pink nipples for the couple of seconds it takes for her to toss the bra aside and bring an arm up to cover herself with.

"Hey!" Ashley snaps, "I know you made me strip and all, but the least you can do is not stare at my tits when I do!"

"Sorry," you say, too embarrassed to fully take in the absurdity of that statement. Ashley puts her other hand back over her pussy and turns around, once more showing her ass off to you.

"If you need to stare at something, stare at this," she says, wiggling her butt a bit to emphasize her statement. You figure that since she sees her ass as yours, she has no problem with you ogling it.

After a few moments of silence, in which you spend your time fully taking in her naked backside, Ashley looks over her shoulder at you and asks, "So what should I be wearing? I don't mean to rush you, but I have places to be today, so I'd appreciate an answer sooner rather than later."