She wears the virgin killer

Glynda shook her head. She was better than this, willingly working naked? She was a Huntress first and foremost! She stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed the sweater. Being as small and revealing as it was, it was easy to put on. She frowned as her as well as her entire backside, the top of her ass was showing. She tried to pull it to cover more but the side of her breasts were still showing.

Looking at herself in the mirror Glynda could feel her cheeks reddening, this tiny cloth was the only thing separating a naked Glynda from over a hundred handsy men. She fixed her hair and put on her glasses, trying to maintain some shred of respect and professionalism.

She opened her door and stepped out, she had hoped to blend in with the noise of the crowd and everyone distracted but the entire club hushed. She felt herself blush as apparently everyone had been waiting for her to come out hoping to see her naked again.

She took a nervous step forward and then made her way to the VIP area. Now that she was acting more rationally, she couldn't believe she had actually contemplated walking out here naked, she was so stupid.

"Damn lady, why are you over dressed?" A man hollered much to everyone's laughter.

"She's not even wearing underwear underneath, you can see her ass poking out!"

Glynda felt herself flush as she kept her head down. She finally arrived to the VIP door. The bouncer glanced at her outfit, he seemed almost disappointed she was wearing clothes. He eventually nodded and let her pass through.