Something to wear, but not much

Moxie led them back to the living room, still dripping from the bath. Three sets of clothing waited on the couch, arranged with careful precision.

Each set consisted of sheer stockings, an elegant embroidered lace mini robe that would barely cover anything, and a pair of black Louboutin stilettos with their signature red soles.

Lysara picked up one of the robes, holding it up to examine. The lace was intricate, beautiful even, but completely see-through. She set it down and looked at the other pieces.

"My lord, there appears to be no underwear."

Vel'kora laughed, picking up her own set. "I think master prefers easy access to the parts those would cover. Why bother with obstacles?"

Moxie nodded approvingly at Vel'kora's assessment. "Exactly right. From now on, I expect your breasts and holes accessible at all times unless I specifically say otherwise." He gestured at the outfits. "It's something of an unspoken rule in **** training. Slaves keep their holes available. Always." He shrugged. "Plus, I just enjoy the view."

Aelindra held up one of the stilettos, examining the towering heel with a warrior's critical eye. "I understand the lack of underwear, but why these?" She measured the heel against her palm. "We are all taller than thee already. With these, we would tower over thee."

Moxie smiled. "Don't worry about height. When you're with me, you'll be on your knees more often than not anyway." He walked over and took the shoe from her hand, running his finger along the arch. "Besides, heels like these change how you stand. Push your ass out, make your breasts stick forward. Makes everything look even better. And again, I like you looking nice."

Aelindra shrugged, accepting the explanation.

Moxie sorted through the sets, assigning colors. "Coral for you, Aelindra. White for Lysara. Burgundy for Vel'kora."

He snapped his fingers.

Three sets of red bondage harnesses appeared on the table alongside black leather collars and matching ankle and wrist cuffs. The harnesses were intricate webs of thin leather straps designed to frame rather than cover.

The queens stared at the new additions.

"You'll also wear those," Moxie said casually. "The harness, the cuffs, the collars. All of it."

He picked up Lysara's white set and beckoned her over. "Come here. I'll show you how it goes on."

Lysara approached hesitantly. Moxie began with the harness, guiding her arms through loops, adjusting straps across her torso. The red leather created a geometric pattern across her pale skin, framing her breasts without covering them, running down her stomach, connecting to straps that would hold the stockings.

"Pay attention," he told the other two. "You'll need to dress yourselves going forward."

He rolled the sheer white stockings up Lysara's legs, attaching them to the garter clips on the harness. The stockings were so sheer they were almost invisible, just a slight shimmer on her skin.

Next came the lace robe. He slipped it over her shoulders. It fell to mid-thigh, the intricate white lace doing nothing to hide her body beneath. Her nipples were clearly visible through the pattern. The gap at the front showed the harness and everything it framed.

Moxie knelt and fitted the ankle cuffs, black leather with small locks. He slipped the stilettos onto her feet, then locked them to the ankle cuffs with magnetic clips. "These won't come off unless I allow it," he explained.

He stood and fastened the wrist cuffs, then finally the collar around her throat. Black leather with a small ring at the front. He tested it with one finger, making sure it fit snugly but not too tight.

Moxie stepped back to admire his work. Lysara stood there, transformed. Still recognizably herself, but now unmistakably owned.

"Perfect," he said. "Now you two. Get dressed."

Vel'kora moved immediately. She understood the harness design quickly, threading herself through the straps with practiced ease. The burgundy lace robe looked almost sinful against her dark skin.

Aelindra took longer, fumbling slightly with the delicate straps. But eventually she managed, the coral colors striking against her bronze skin and copper hair.

When all three stood before him, fully dressed in their new uniforms, Moxie circled them slowly. Admiring. Assessing.

"Now you look like proper slaves," he said with satisfaction.

The three elves stood in their heels, towering over him by several inches, but somehow still feeling small under his gaze.

Moxie settled onto the couch and addressed the air. "Nexus, pull up the hunt footage.I want to edit it into something presentable."

A holographic display materialized in front of him, showing multiple camera angles from the pocket dimension. His slaves watched as he began working through the footage, selecting clips, arranging sequences.

Vel'kora perched on the arm of the couch, watching her own defeat play out in crystal clarity. "Thou madest me look rather pathetic," she observed without real offense.

"You tried to poison me," Moxie replied, not looking away from his work. "You deserved to look pathetic."

Lysara sat on the floor near his feet, her posture unconsciously deferential despite the chair being available. "The venom was quite effective. I barely remember the latter half of our encounter."

"That was the point," Vel'kora said, grinning down at her.

Aelindra stood behind the couch, arms crossed, watching herself fight and lose. Watching herself break sexually after refusing to break physically. Her expression was complicated. Shame mixed with something else. Pride, maybe, that she'd at least maintained honor before the end.

The editing didn't take long. Moxie had a vision, and Nexus helped execute it with perfect precision. Action sequences flowed into intimate moments flowed into complete surrender. A narrative of conquest told through three different lens.

When he finished, Moxie leaned back and stretched. "Alright, I'm done for tonight. Time to rest."

He looked at Vel'kora. "Make the necessary arrangements for my visit tomorrow to the drow territories. You can communicate with anyone on Aethelgard through Nexus. Set up whatever you need."

Vel'kora nodded, already plotting. "It shall be done, master."

"Good." He stood and gestured to Lysara and Aelindra. "You two, come with me. Bedtime."