What choice does she have?

Silvia sighs as she steps into her trashy new dress.

The stretchy fabric barely covers her body, and only when she is standing still. Otherwise it rides up her ass or slides down her narrow shoulders, further exposing her underwear. Her bra and panties are clearly visible through it, and it leaves the shoulder straps of her bra uncovered entirely.

I think it would be less humiliating if I just stayed naked...

The mini cape is tiny, and does little more than cover her shoulders and upper arms. It's too small to wrap around her body, and leaves her chest uncovered.

The boots are Silvia's biggest challenge. They're tight, even for her petite feet, and she has trouble balancing on them.

Pooky stares at Silvia the entire time, not even trying to mask her growing lust.

"Ohmigawd! You look, like super sexay an' stuff in that!" Pooky giggles like an air-headed vamp, which just makes Silvia feel even more embarrassed.

"Sh-shall we get *ahem* s-started... Pooky?" Silvia asks as she nervously fidgets.

The Matron slams the wardrobe shut with a loud bang, startling Silvia. She follows that up with a low, intense growl as she pins her dainty, dolled-up plaything to the wall and overwhelms Silvia with a powerful, passionate kiss.

Silvia struggles out of instinct at first, before giving in to the older drow's sensual assault. She feels a tingle in her groin as Pooky pulls away, and both women gasp for air.