She has mixed-feelings about it

"But I... Then... If this is..." Pooky stutters and stammers as her cheeks turn crimson. "I'm n-naked! You aren't really going to make me travel around like this... r-right?"

Silvia doesn't say anything, and instead just basks in the joy of watching her not-so-tough former-ruler squirm.

"BUT IMMA MATROOOOOOOOON!" Pooky whines as she stomps her foot on the ground.

"Not any more, your just a slave now, Pooky," Silvia corrects, as she takes her panicking slave by the chin and kisses her on the lips.

"B-but... I want my pretty clothes..." Pooky whimpers, starting to sniffle.

"Pooky," Silvia says, trying to calm the blubbering woman down. "Those belonged to the old you. The unhappy you. Taking them with you would only serve as a reminder of all your bad old times down here. You don't want to remember those when we're out having fun on the surface, do you?" She stroke's Pooky's hair as she asks the question.

"N-no..." Pooky says.

"We're both starting fresh up there, so let's not bring anything that will remind us of our pasts," Silvia says.

"Okay..." Pooky agrees.

"Besides, as a slave," Silvia leans in close and kisses Pooky, before whispering in her ear. "Just think of all the naughty fun you'll have getting to walk around like that. All the excitement, and the attention. Everyone seeing your sexy body, and wanting it..." Her hand slides down to Pooky's crotch, but pulls away at the last moment.

Pooky moans, her naughty fantasies clouding her frankly, already pretty poor judgement. "Can... I get new clothes up there?"

"Sure..." Silvia says. "Something that really reflects the 'new you'..."

"Okay!" Pooky agrees, going back to her upbeat, bubbly self. "Let's get going!"