You are diapered

It turns out you are not seated on a cushion after all. You are indeed wearing something on the lower half of your torso. At a glance, it appears to be a thick, white cloth diaper, wrapped securely around your waist.

You mutter in disbelief "Is... is that a nappy?"

"It is," Asha tells you calmly, "I imagine you would like an explanation as to why you are wearing it."

"Yes, I would," you say in a very dry voice.

Asha places the candle down on the adjoining table, and she kneels in front of you and tells you "For a long time - since before I was younger than you, actually - my family has been urging me to start a family of my own. I have always refused. Most highborn women may already be married with at least one child by my age, but I am more interested in captaining this vessel, managing my crew, and fighting alongside them. I often jape that my axe is my husband and my dirk is my suckling babe. However..."

She pauses here. After about ten seconds of silence, you beckon her to continue with "Well?"

She looks you in the eye and resumes with "Recently, I have been giving some thought to having a family of my own. But I am keeping those wishes a secret; if my lord father and lady mother caught wind of it, they would waste no time selecting some suitors for me. The man I wed will be one of MY choosing, not theirs. However... I desire a man who could be both my husband... AND my babe."

Now you understand a little more. Gesturing to your diapered crotch, you assume "And you picked me?"

"No, for now, I am simply considering you," Asha explains, "You and I only met this morning. That is hardly enough time to decide if marriage is practical. But so far, you are a more promising candidate than anyone else I have considered."

"Do you do this to ALL the candidates?" you ask, snickering.

"Yes," she tells you, placing a hand on your padding, which excites you a bit, "Most of the others were far less composed and reasonable than you. Yet you seem surprisingly dignified. Could it be you actually like the nappy?"

"I will admit I was startled at first," you tell her, "But now that I know you're not trying to humiliate me, this is not so bad. This nappy is actually rather comfortable. It's much softer than anything I've ever worn. I could do without the shackles, though."

"Those are just a precaution," she claims, "In case you reacted unfavorably. They came in handy with several of your predecessors. But they won't be needed with you."

"Then you'll take them off?" you ask hopefully.

"In a bit," she tells you, "But first..."

She then stands up and lifts up the hem of her nightgown, revealing...