Saoirse opens her wardrobe

Saoirse moves to the wardrobe, opening it in front of you, revealing three outfits, draped over wooden hangers.

The first outfit is a short, black skirt made from faux leather, that seems like it would barely cover your panties, alongside a white blouse that seems a few sizes too small for you with a black bow. It seems like a fashionable imitation of a schoolgirl outfit. Thinking about strutting about on stage in it, going up and down that cat walk, you're well aware that this outfit would be revealing much more than you'd like.

"Cute, right? It's a take on our uniform by one of the designers I met in my English class. I think you'd look very cute in it."

The second outfit is a sheer, lacy babydoll. It's pink fabric is almost completely see through, barely acting as clothing at all, only faintly obscuring your nudity, not fully hiding it. You think about how it would hug your curves and show you off to the crowds.

"I hoped you'd already guessed... but you won't be wearing any underwear underneath this, alright? I really want to show you off, my sweet little pumpkin."

The third and final outfit seems like nothing but latex. A bodysuit, as a matter of fact. It's the shape of a swimsuit, not covering the arms or legs, with a silver zipper on the chess that can be rolled down to reveal your cleavage, or lack thereof. It includes a latex mask, zipped up behind the head, with an inbuilt gag. You can tell it would be hot in two ways wearing it, and the erotic nature of this fetish suit is clear.

"This one... well, this one is just a kink thing. You'd be surprised how many fashion designers are disgustingly dirty. Still, it took a lot of convincing to let it be included in the show today, so someone should wear it!"

You take a moment, breathing in as you consider the reality of the situation.

"So, my dear, what shall we dress you up in?" Saoirse asks.