It's black and doesn't leave much to the imagination

After stepping through the door next to the stage, Mick emerged with a amount of black fabric in one hand, casually handing it over to Jen.

Holding up the outfit, Jen felt an urge to ask where the rest of the outfit was, but Mick's cocky grin convinced her to hold her tongue...taking a closer look, Jen determined that what she was holding could arguably be described as a dress. Only arguably though, due to the shortness and sheerness of the item in question.

The dress barely went down past Jen's ass cheeks, and the thin fabric made it so that even the parts 'covered' by the dress were somewhat visible. All in all, it looked more suitable to be worn as lingerie on top of a pair of undergarments...

"Do you like it? I thought of giving you something more...subtle, but I wanted you to fully understand why you're here. You're going to use that body of yours to entertain my guests. You'll laugh at their jokes. You'll let them look at your body. You'll let them feel you up. If they pay me enough, you'll use your hands, your mouth, or even your cunt to pleasure them. Do you understand?"

Mick stepped closer as he spoke, his voice as stern as he bore down on her. Jen couldn't help but nod weakly under the pressure, too cowed to say anything. Smiling faintly at her compliance, Mick gestured with one hand. "Try it on. I'll get you some shoes as well."

Though she was already nude, putting the scandalously revealing outfit on in front of Mick's steady gaze was still humiliating...it took her longer than it normally would have to get it on right, a faint tremble in her hands foiling her efforts.

After getting into the in the alarmingly form-fitting dress, Jen was handed a pair of distressingly tall open heels, in a black color matching her dress. Taking a few tentative steps, she realized that while she could walk around, she'd have to go slow, and pay attention to her footing...as a likely-intended side effect, the shoes forced something of a sway into her walk, making her round ass swing about temptingly with every step.

After she finished, Mick had her turn in circles for him, admiring the way the dress clung to her form, accentuating her already perky breasts. "Perfect. You were made for this." His hands roamed her body possessively as he looked her over, as if admiring a work of art that he'd just purchased.

After enjoying his prize for a while longer, Mick took a step back. "Let's make sure you're fully prepared for the party, shall we? I'll give you the rest of the details now, and some final instructions."