Kimono

Clara inspected the Kimono, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. It was good silk, really good silk. The thing was, it was also very sheer. She put her hand behind it and grimaced, it was almost completely visible, even through the front and back layer combined. Even before trying it on, she knew it wouldn't leave much to the imagination. She'd essentially be walking around topless until she got hold of a bra to put on under it. She looked back over at the other two options: The sailor suit was ridiculous, a clear practical joke, and the red dress, while it did have a certain appeal, gave her peculiar vibes.

Turning her attention back to the Kimono. "You only live once," She muttered, pulling it off the hanger and putting her arms through it, then tying it closed. As she walked back to the door, she wracked her brains trying to think of where she could find a bra around here. Then, it came to her.

"Bedroom!" She said, striding through the doorway and up the hallway to her left. Clara walked with purpose, determined to claw her dignity back from the jaws of humiliation, but something shifted in the corridor as she went on, so subtly it took her a while to notice. When she finally did, it made her furious. The walls and ceiling had gradually turned reflective, so that she was standing in what was, for all intents and purposes, a hall of mirrors. Above her, and all around her, her body was reflected back at her in impossibly intimate angles. The Kimono never seemed more transparent than it did at that moment, as the bright red of her knickers shone like a beacon through the perilously thin material. She turned and looked at the wall to her right, which reflected back a view of her exquisite tits that was so close-up it looked as if her reflection was pressing them directly against the 'glass'. She put her hands over the chest area of the kimono, suddenly very self-conscious.

"You...you won't stop me from getting to that room!" She yelled. "I'm not intimidated!" The floor beneath her turned reflective in response, and she couldn't help but look down at it. The view was outrageous — It was a perspective of her knickers from below, as if a massive telephoto lens were looking right up the Kimono, zooming in for an **** close-up of the gusset. It was a little intense, the reflection was so close up that she could even see the delicate mound of her vulva protruding slightly through the red fabric. Unnerved, she cupped the gusset of her knickers and started walking on, keen to get away from the intense scrutiny of the magic mirrors.

She walked briskly to the end of the hallway, far past the point where the reflective surfaces petered off and it went back to its usual drab, grey metal appearance. Soon, she reached the end of the hall, which split off in two directions to form a junction. Clara was still a little frazzled from the headfuck experience she'd just had with all those reflections, but if memory served her correctly, her room was...to the right.