A saucy dress-up

There's nothing there but tighty-whiteys; this girl's taste in underwear needs an upgrade badly.

You lose again, godling. I can put on any pair and you have nothing to work with.

She takes out a pair and pulls them on, studiously not looking at her nethers. Once they're in place she stands up and admires her handiwork in the mirror.

You change them from white cotton to black satin.

What? Change them back!

You feel no compulsion to do so; there must be something in the binding spell to prevent repeat commands.

Sorry, I don't have to. Actually, I can just–

Nothing happens. Why won't they disappear? You guess that 'no repeats' clause works both ways. Sigh; we'll just have to stick with black.

Maybe I'll just take them off. But satin feels so nice. Okay godling, I'll let you win this one.

She turns and gives your ass a look. You can tell even through the panties that there's a mighty fine ass there just begging to have its cheeks spread and something long and hard...

Hey, why'd you turn away?

I'm not going out in just my undies.

Too bad.

She chews the corner of her lip.

Look, we have to work together on this or I'm going to look crazy, and nobody fucks crazy people. Let me get dressed in peace and don't change my clothes until you see the final effect, okay?

I suppose.

She goes to her closet and pulls out a simple white button-down blouse. She pulls it on but stops before buttoning it. Instead, she crosses her wrists over her sternum and uses the middle finger of each hand to trace around her aureoles. You can feel them getting firmer.

"Rise, my pretties!"

You know, knowing that you're watching me dress is kind of a turn-on.

You consider answering, but she seems to be doing well enough on her own. After a minute or so she stops and buttons the blouse from top to bottom, leaving the top button undone. After that she takes a medium gray knee-length skirt and steps into it.

You're making it hard not to change things, you know.

Down boy! Wait for it.

You get a nice view of that scrumptious ass again while she wiggles the skirt up and fastens it. The skirt isn't that tight; she seems to be doing this just to vamp you. Mission accomplished, especially since it's turning her on as much as it is you.

Are you done?

Not yet.

She opens another drawer of the dresser and pulls out a sleeveless pullover with a V-neck that would show plenty of cleavage if she had any. Finally she pulls on a pair of dark pantyhose, taking a long pause partway up to admire the black panties again, and then a pair of shiny black wedges.

She stands up, pretending to adjust the sweater while giving her nubs a quick tickle. Like she doesn't realize you can feel her doing it.

"Okay, how do I look?"