No - Xara gives an order

Xara had been giving orders to slavegirls for as long as she could remember, but those had been trained, and these were wild, untamed creatures. Her pirate education had been extensive, and she was a good student, and now was the time to see if her hard work on her lessons had paid off.

'On your feet!' Xara Commanded, her voice carrying the subtle undertones which enhance obedience.

Pamela, nearest to Xara, still feeling the sting from being spanked, and already kneeling nude and displayed, had nothing to lose from obeying. She stood easily and watched as the students in the class attempted to follow her lead.

They were all aware of the precarious state of their coverings, and that in obeying they would be stripping themselves, but with arms bound behind their backs, they also knew that they were defenceless. Some stood gracefully, and some struggled, some were brazen and some were blushing, but they all stood.

Xara was very pleased - the bodies being revealed, the multicoloured pieces of fabric floating to the floor, the variety of stances, within the constraints of their binding - it was exactly as she had hoped.

She lined up her slaves to best show of the variety and beauty of her collection, with Red at the start of the line. Some slavegirls looked back, regretfully, at the remains of their clothing, lying on the floor, knowing that from now if Xara wanted them naked then that is how they would remain.

Xara opened the fire door at the rear of the hall, and told the slaves to "Walk up the ramp" - as the invisibility shield around that part of her spaceship had been turned off. Unusually for her, she had her forthcoming First Capture Party in her thoughts rather than being focused on the job in hand, which led to making an error.