Aurelia

It’s… Lingerie.

The girls don’t seem fazed by any of it. They make quick work of the pieces in front of them, shedding their robes and adorning the scanty pieces. Some walk buck ass naked around the racks, searching for fabrics more their style. My face heats. What the hell is happening?

“Is there a problem?”

The Mistress touches my shoulder lightly, her brows furrowed as she fixes me with a concerned look.

“This…” I gesture all around me, “I didn’t… I didn’t know what this was… I had no idea…”

She smiles at me, but this time it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “What did you think it was then? You received the rules, you also fulfilled the application and accepted your membership.”

My hand moves to the damn mask on my face, I move to pull it off, “I had no idea-”

She grabs my arm, stopping me, “You can never be seen without your membership. Did you forget?”

“You don’t have a mask.”

“I don’t need one. I am The Mistress, I wont be auctioned.”

I blanch, “Auctioned? What do you mean auctione