Of corset does.

“It would hug you so well, sweetheart. Your frame is already very beautiful, and such a garment would allow you to make it ideal! Admit it. You were born for each other.”

“You’re too beautiful!” — Una cried, giggling like a little kid as she reached for the talcum sprayer that was also lying in the box, used it extensively, then lifted her left foot and stepped inside the corset, pulled it up slightly and squeezed the second shoe through.

“The latex lining is just luxury. The bust support is also an appreciable part of the deal.”

“This is too sugary! Please shut up, you’re not helping!”

Una pulled the corset up to her thighs. She took a pause as her hands grew tired from the effort. Right now it felt like her legs were encased in a thigh latex pencil skirt. She took a deep breath and pulled hard on the garment. It sled through the round thighs with a pop and set somewhere around where it should be.

However, it was loose on her waist, and now the girl wondered how to pull it in just slightly. She tried to catch the laces on her back with a finger and pull them, but they retained their position, as if it was set strict inside the corset until a special command.

Una looked inside the box for hidden items or instructions. The collar made it difficult, as it was lying on the floor. She stood up then and thought a little more.