She does

Dressed in your practically unbuttoned flannel and daisy dukes, you walk outside your room only to be dragged out of the Pokemon Center by your wrist as Samantha leads you somewhere.

“Uh, where are we going?” you ask.

“Just trust me, I know a great place, you’ll love it!” she replies, finally letting go of you so you can walk like a normal human being.

You soon arrive at a large clothing store with a foreign sounding name that you don’t even try to pronounce. Considering the risqué outfits you’re seeing from the window, you get the feeling this isn’t exactly the kind of place you were looking for.

“Samantha, do you know any places that sell clothes with MORE fabric than this? I kind of had something like what you’re wearing in mind. Something modest. Maybe even something without the cleavage cutout that you have, if possible.”

“Oh don’t worry, they have that stuff here too,” she assures you. “They’re just trying to attract customers with racy window models.”

Insight check: Failed!

Well, that does make sense considering the obvious appeal that those clothes would have. Samantha seems to know what she’s doing, so you follow her inside to look around.

Once again, you’re grabbed by your wrist as Samantha leads you through the store, ducking through different departments, cutting through changing rooms, and accidentally ending up in Employees Only areas more than once. By the end of it all you have no idea where you are, but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen a single thing you’d feel comfortable walking around the city in.

“Okay, just wait here and I’ll come back and get you once I have something good,” Samantha instructs you as she runs off. Pfft, like you have a choice. You’d be lost forever if you tried to find your way out yourself. You decide to busy yourself with whatever slovenly attire is nearby, and you aren’t terribly surprised to find that it’s sexy lingerie. Not exactly what you’re here for…

As far as panties go, you manage to find a soft pink pair that look pretty plain, and there’s enough fabric to actually pass as underwear this time. It’s pretty demoralizing to find an “upgrade” in coverage in a store like this. Continuing on, you pick up a bra in a matching color to inspect it, but looking closer, it’s mostly see-through. What’s the point of the bra then!? You put it back and continue looking for something more reasonable, with no success.

Samantha returns and whisks you away before you can react, and by the time you can make sense of your surroundings, you’re in a changing room with her, still holding the panties you’d picked up.

“Wait, why are you in here with me? I can change on my own you know!” you object.

Her hands are already all over you as she replies, “Shhh, just let me do this. It’s my time to shine.”

You’re naked in no time flat, the panties ripped from your hands as well. You cover up instinctively as Samantha stares at you meaningfully. As much as you’d like to kick her out and get changed yourself, she’s really in the zone right now, and you’re kind of afraid of upsetting her at this point. She can get really agitated at times like these…

She starts by pulling the pink panties around your ankles and up to your hips. There, finally, some normal pink panties that look like they were made to cover your skin, rather than emphasize it. However, you’re shocked as she spins you around and you look back at the mirror to see the word “SLUT” written across your ass in red letters, complete with a cherry acting as an exclamation mark. You only saw the front of them when you picked them up, you had no idea they said that!

“Looking for ‘modest’ clothes, were we Emilia? You don’t have to lie to me, you know. You can tell me if you’re a slut, though it’s not like I don’t already know that.” You silently fume, knowing that anything you say now would just make the situation worse.

“We’ll leave those on for now. I think they’ll go well with the dress I picked out for you anyway,” she says with a wink.

When she slides the dress up your body, you’re almost impressed to see that she managed to find a dress that is too small even for you. The tight, strapless cocktail dress barely reaches your boobs, effectively pushing them up and leaving your areolae peeking out. Worse yet, the hemline doesn’t even reach past your panties, leaving a little pink triangle on display. But the coup de grace comes when she spins you around and bends you over. You look back at the mirror to see the endearing SLUT label of your panties on full display, the dress having ridden up to reveal them entirely.

“Pretty good, huh Emilia? You wear it well! We didn’t grab a bra to go with the panties, but I think the dress looks best without one anyway. Let’s get you changed and we’ll bag this stuff up at the front.”