A demeaning, slutty costume.

Yellow’s Pearl used a finger to wipe some of the cum off her blushing face as she presented the man she’d just technically raped with his new (and only) outfit.

Poor, hapless Griffith (who, if he’s being honest, kinda liked Canary despoiling him) couldn’t believe his eyes when he laid them upon the clothing rack; there was almost nothing hanging on it. Little wisps of translucent fabric affixed to tiny brass fittings sent a renewed blush across his visage.

They’d given him clothing in the form of a slave Leia costume— complete with chained collar. Heeled boots, metal arm bands, and two transparent strips of burgundy cloth would be his only coverings; he saw no way around slipping into Canary’s offering, but that didn’t make it less debasing.

“Make haste Human, we’re on the clock.” Pearl said, licking his ejaculate from her fingers while she readjusted her leotard to cover her tiny vagina.

Without any of the giggling women giving him an iota of privacy, Griffith wiped the dribbles of sperm off his cock, and blushed vividly at their lurid comments while he adorned himself with the meager fabrics.

“Aww, don’t cover up.”

“Yeah, sluts don’t need clothes!”

“Woof.”

“Sluts don’t need clothes!”

“Will you all be quiet! This is a direct order from our Diamond!” Canary shouted above them, quelling their comments long enough for Griffith to finish ‘dressing’.

Looking down, his penis was barely hidden by the narrow fabric strips, while his hips and obliques were simply bared to the world due to the lack of underwear. As Griffith assessed the slutty costume he'd been gifted further, it only got worse; the chained collar would allow any woman bold enough control over him, and the fabric was so gossamer-thin that anyone could clearly see the outline of his ass or penis from across a room— nothing was left to the imagination.

And the women ogling him while he changed let him know that fact.

“Ooh~ I can still see his ass!”

“And his weapon!”

“Hahaha, and his breasts!”

“Seem like we were worried about nothing— he’s basically still naked!”

Every aspect of the outfit made him feel either demeaned, humiliated or objectified. All in all, it was an endeavor to argue that wearing this was better than being naked. Griffith braced himself, looked down, and winced. He was so vulnerable in this state that he honestly thought he couldn’t walk twelve feet without getting molested.

Despite his innumerable misgivings about this slutty uniform, and the blush scorching his face deep crimson, Griffith had a summons directly from the Diamonds, and the consequences for tardiness or absence would be far, far worse than parading around the halls like a whore. Canary was well aware of this too, and sent the barely-clothed hunk on his journey to the Diamond’s forum by lifting the back of his skirt, and slapping his cute ass towards the door.

With a submissive yelp, Griffith left the relative safety of his room, and shuffled out into the bustling, Gem-packed halls.

Shit.