Pink, revealing, and with a couple of other features

Nicole approached the pedestal, and almost rolled her eyes at what lay upon it. What else had she expected from some sex goddess cult?

There were clothes there, certainly. They were bright pink, not unlike underwear she occasionally wore, but the problem was underwear was all there was. No dress, slip, shirt... A pair of pink panties, thankfully not a thong even if they looked tight enough that they would have showed off every curve anyway, a push-up bra that left her cleavage even more obvious than it already was, and then elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots both of the same alarmingly bright pink color.

She looked around the room in desperation, as if there'd be a shirt and a pair of pants just hanging on a cave wall somewhere. There wasn't. There also wasn't any sign of an exit.

She'd been going through the trials long enough to work out what was needed. Nicole sighed and, blushing, began the process of getting into the 'vestment.'

First she pulled the panties up her legs, and they were as tight as she'd feared, showing off her ass in so much detail that they might as well have not been there. Next she put on the bra, accentuating her breasts more than even some lingerie she owned. Then the boots, and finally the gloves.

There was a grinding as a cave door opened. Nicole took an unsteady step, adjusting to walking in the new boots, suddenly aware that the smell of chocolates and strawberries had gotten a lot stronger ever since she'd put this on. She squinted, walking out into the light, a little nervously crossing her arms to add what cover she could to the bra.

She was out on an open field again, some distance away from Jeremy after how long she'd been travelling underground for. She looked around.

"Nicole!"

Nicole jumped, a girly squeal escaping her lips, and she was halfway to sprinting back into the cave for cover before she realized who it was.

"Waverly," Nicole breathed in relief. This get-up was embarrassing for a whole host of reasons, not the least of which being that she was outside in what really just amounted to lingerie, but at least she didn't mind her girlfriend seeing her like this.

She looked around again. Sure enough, there was Waverly, and the Earp homestead wasn't too far that way.

Waverly hurried closer, eyes never leaving her girlfriend's rather revealed body.

"Wow," Waverly said.

"Um, yeah," Nicole said awkwardly. "It's a long story."

"It suits you," Waverly said.

She stepped closer, almost surprising Nicole with the fervour of the kiss, and the hand that travelled along the small of her back. Okay, that, that was nice. She could do with a distraction after the day she'd had.

Waverly's hand dipped lower. Nicole's eyes widened.

"Waves, Waves!" Nicole said. "We're outside."

"I can't resist you sometimes," Waverly said. She met Nicole's gaze, eyes burning.

"Resist me until we get to your room?" Nicole said.

"I'll try," Waverly said.

She didn't move away. Nicole took a careful step back, looking around again. She didn't feel much more decent even with the vestment on, with how much more skin it left exposed. The boots making her feel taller just made her feel all the more obvious, the bright pink not helping matters.

She walked quickly over the open ground towards the homestead, Waverly not far behind. Privacy, a distraction, she could sort out her plans after that.

They reached the door, and Waverly leaned up to kiss her before she could get inside. Waverly giggled.

"You taste of strawberries," Waverly said.

"Inside!" Nicole said.

What had gotten into Waverly anyway? She usually wasn't this...

Nicole crossed the threshold in a hurry to get into cover, and then yelped to see Wynonna, Waverly's sister, standing just down the hallway. Nicole crossed her arms again, blushing.

There weren't many things she could say to her girlfriend's big sister after walking into their house dressed in pink lingerie. The real explanation didn't seem to cut it.

And then Wynonna walked up to her and kissed her. Nicole's eyes widened, and then she yelped and stepped back as soon as she felt tongue.

"Hey, what's, er..." Nicole stammered as the two Earp sisters eyed her hungrily.

"You look so good," Wynonna said, low.

"Doesn't she?" Waverly said. Nicole looked at her. Didn't Waverly care that...

Wait! It had to be the vestment. Huraine's thing, she could smell chocolate and strawberry, and apparently while she had it on...

Wynonna kissed her again, and Nicole was almost too stunned to react. Especially when she moved back, only for Waverly to take over, while her girlfriend's sister's lips started to kiss down her neck.

Oh, that was good...

No! Bad! That was bad! That meant that even if this was technically decent, she couldn't actually wear it anywhere. Public indecency was one thing, public sex was even worse, and...

"Your lips are so sweet," Waverly said breathlessly. "Too good. Do you mind if I share?"

And she'd had this exact dream on a few occasions, she reflected, as Waverly wound her fingers in her sister's hair to guide her back up to kiss Nicole. Waverly took up Wynonna's job of kissing a trail down between her breasts.

And oh. Oh.

Maybe there was no way she could ever wear this outside, but she could wear it at home. That was the opposite set up to what she'd prefer, but it was a start. She could figure a different course of action out after... after...

One hand was sliding up her thigh. Another hand was slipping into her bra. Another was winding in her hair. Yet another was grabbing her ass. Nicole had lost track of which was which.

No! This was wrong, this was the vestment, that was just... really good... really, really good...