Rogue starts be changed

The manager noticed her and immediately strode towards her, shamelessly displaying her bare breasts and pussy. Much to the cheers of the men and women around them.

“So I imagine you want a job dear. Follow me" she said calmly.

So she was here and she just needed to follow her. And as such she would be led inside, fortunately into her office where her files were. Excellent she might get a chance to search her office here.

“So dear shall we get more comfortable strip off your clothes" she demanded, without a single attempt of subtly.

What? She wasn’t going to. Strip off her clothes. No she couldn’t. Strip off your clothes.

As if she was possessed her hands were tearing off her clothes until she was in just her glothes and boots.

"Keep those on" she demanded, and Rogue complied. She began to watch her like hawk, examining all her curves and figure. Tracing her skin with her gloved fingers.

"Nice, very slutty" she admired “you like this don’t you”

It was true, she realised. She was loving feeling exposed. She loved striping. What was happening to her?

“I have to go?” she squealed as she ran to the door only to hear a voice behind her.

“Stay, we still have much to do” said the manager, smiling ever so wickedly.

She had to go. She would stay. But she had to get out of here. She would stay. But. She would stay.