Order of Inanna: Ginger
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My name is Ginger Fentanyl. Well, I plan on changing my last name soon but
that isn't necessarily relevant at this particular second. I know Ginger is
usually a red haired girl's name, but my hair is blonde. Maybe that blonde
came out of a bottle and maybe it didn't, but I think it looks very nice on
me. Combined with my dark skin and bright eyes, the blonde mane has a lot of
people questioning my ethnic heritage (not always in the most polite terms)
but hey, at least they aren't making comments about how "freakishly massive" I
am.

Oh yeah, I am a big girl. I don't just mean in terms of maturity either, I
stand 7'1 and weigh around 500 pounds. I've been as light as 380 in my adult
life, but that was during a less savory moment in my time-line. I have had a
lot of periods where I was up to some stuff I probably shouldn't have been and
that may have adversely affected my health. But each one of those events was a
learning experience, for instance, now I am exceptionally skilled at a lot of
arts relating to combat, and love.

I tell people that I never liked hurting others. That's not entirely true, I
did like hurting quite a few people. I liked hurting past abusers, I like
hurting combatants who had been challenging me, on occasion I have even
enjoyed hurting people who did nothing more than refuse to love me.
Occasionally even people who just happened to love others who I also loved.

I could probably begin this story in a lot of different places and still
create an interesting plot, maybe even more interesting than this one. I could
start when I was a little girl who learned to never speak in the vain hope
that people would stop being afraid of me. I could start when I was a young
adult breaking into the criminal underworld as a sideshow because I loved the
attention heaped on to my strength. I could start when I was a young woman
just starting my first security firm when Akheema, the only woman I have ever
met who was taller than me, told me that she had a very specific idea for a
more advanced project I could engage in.

I should probably start with the day that I was assigned my soul-mate. I was
awake through the previous day dealing with some stuff with another girl from
the Order, a young woman named Patrice Kuchiri. She was my utter opposite, a
pasty white 4'11 brat (she liked to call herself a brat much more than anyone
else seemed to like calling her that) with straight dark purple hair cut in a
"Longer in the front" pattern and the agility of a friggin' panther.

We were standing in a parking deck filled with unconscious men, many of whom
were wearing military uniforms and all of whom had been armed. Patrice was
currently walking through them and taking off any coverings on their
face...and bellies...and lower bodies, trying to rate them by attractiveness.
"Hey is it weird if I take away points for male blonds? I mean I don't know I
just never thought it was a good look" she said, giving me something of a
cruel smile as I looked through the contents of one of their wallets. She
always did have a tendency to give me those cruel smiles

"I honestly think they all look fine" I replied, and it was the truth. I
really did find most of them reasonably attractive, and some experiences in
high school left me a bit cold on the idea of ranking people by
attractiveness. I sort of prefer the idea that everybody has a match somewhere
and nobody really has a more "objective" beauty than anybody else. Call me a
romantic but I really do feel that way.

She shrugged, watching one start to wake up and kneeling beside him, placing a
hand on his pec and smirking at him "Those big guns you brought didn't do much
for ya, did they?" she sneered before picking him up and placing him in a
sleeper hold, lightly kissing his ear as she did so. I had to hold my thighs
together a bit as she did that, there was a strong eroticism to how Ms.
Kuchiri tended to act.

"I uhhh, I think I have it mostly put together. These guys are mostly
ex-police, which explains the truck they were in" I rapped my knuckles against
the police van, looking at the huge dents I had left in it earlier. I did
seriously pack some power in my punches, I guess the fact that I stopped the
thing in its tracks was proof enough that I was one of the stronger people on
Earth. I tended to get billed in a superlative back when I fought animals and
other weirdos to entertain crowds, but I also used to think I was the tallest
woman on Earth, too.

"Well spill it sister" Patrice said as she lifted the arm of the guy she had
just knocked out, making sure that he was completely out. I glared at her and
she rolled her eyes "What? He's still breathing! Besides, they tried to kill
us, I don't see why you're so dead set on their survival" she whined.

"Well, we could take them down without killing them, don't see why it's
necessary now. Anyway, I can match this with a few connections I made back in
the day, these guys are a rather effective group of assassins from how they
impersonate police. God knows why nobody hired actual cops to take us down"

"Maybe cops ask too many questions for whoever hired them. So who do ya think
this is? Butt-hurt bitch men? Bible thumpers? Jealous tiny women who can't bag
men with the brutal efficiency we can?" who was she to call anybody else
"tiny"? Sure she had muscle mass but she was definitely under 130 pounds
"Maybe a rival cult...is there a goddamned Order of Athena running around out
there who could be doing this to compete with us?"

I shrugged, "I think probably some" I cleared my throat "Male-affiliated
special interest group...of some sort, probably hired these men because they
fear for us. Akheema probably knows more about this than either of us do

"Yeah, yeah, Akheema knows everything" Patrice said as she started dragging a
body into a pile of bodies. They did all look like they were breathing, so
that was good. "Hmm, maybe I'll get matched with the guy who hired them. Hell,
both of us could be...do you wanna go in and start really making the guys who
hired these guys suck our toes and all that shit?"

I laughed. She was always one to do that to the men she knew "Look I think I'm
gonna take the one in charge back to Akheema, if you want to have fun with one
of them that's your business" I said as I threw the guy over my shoulder.
Patrice rolled her eyes and tried to pretend she wasn't impressed with my
strength.

"Yeah whatever" she mumbled as she started dragging a few into a pile and
taking some pictures of them with her smart-phone. I started walking away and
then felt a sharp sting on my behind. Patrice is small but she has always
packed enough of a punch that she's usually the first one I call on for help
in combat. Anyway, I turned my head around to face her but she was gone as
fast as she came, when I turned around again she jumped on me and gave me a
long, sensual kiss on the lips, digging her tongue deep into my mouth as she
ran her hands across my capped shoulder blades. "See ya later Ginger. Have fun
with the big gal" That little brat is going places, mark my words.

After that little incident I spent a few hours driving with a guy in my
passenger's seat. He was pretty out of it, best to just set him beside me
instead of tying him up and placing him in a trunk where a traffic stop could
get me in a whole heap of trouble. Plus it wasn't a huge ride, unlikely he
would stay that long.

Akheema's actual abode is a pretty weird place. I like it and all, it's just
not exactly a normal home. She lives way out in the boonies away from most
civilization with a bunch of exotic pets and not much else. I knocked on her
door with the guy in hand and she invited me in over the intercom. I walked
through the hall with the guy over my shoulder, finding that she was in the
basement in her swimming room.

It was a large Earth-toned area lit in a very moody manner, wherein the
enormous brown woman was in an Olympic-sized swimming pool filled with milk.
Her dark hair contrasted sharply with the perfect white of the water, her warm
smile shot through me and made me happy when she surfaced. She was kind of
floating on her back I saw those perfect breasts rise out of the water first,
droplets of milk falling off of them as her face came after. She swam toward
me like she was a dolphin, covering distance with such casual effortless
motion that I didn't fully register how fast he was moving. She jumped out of
the water, standing naked in front of me, white liquid running down every inch
of her brown skin as she tickled my face.

She was only a few inches taller than me, but when you are as big as I am
looking at anyone taller is weird, especially if it's another woman. She took
the man off of my shoulder and gently set him down on the stone "we will deal
with him later" she said before placing a hand on my shoulder, then a finger
against my nose.

"Ma'am, don't you think we should probably ask the man about ... ." she placed
her index finger in front of my lips and shushed me.

"We will deal with him in time. You should not have any reason to believe
he'll be waking up any time soon. And you should not believe he could escape
both of us even if he did. For now, relax. Come into the pool with me" she
kissed me on the forehead and undid my belt "You have such a nice body. When
was the last time you really treated it?"

I told myself she was asking about beautification rituals like the bath of
milk, but something inside of me urgently asked if she was actually discussing
masturbation. I was pretty sure she wasn't.

"How much are you lifting these days?" she casually asked as she grasped at my
arm, feeling the tight muscles. I looked at her own arms, pretty things. Not
nearly as thick as mine but probably on par with the average guy's leg, of
course they looked more proportional on the titanic frame of the woman.

"Decent bit. Upped my deadlift past what it was ever before. I think I'm doing
pretty well now" I said. She looked me in the eye and kissed my cheek before
sliding her hands behind my back and grabbing the bottom of my flack jacket.
Her breasts were right against the vest I had on and her mouth was so sexy
looking.

"Far in advance of official male records is it not?" she asked as she began
pulling at it and without even thinking I started undoing the front so that
she could finally pull it off of me. Her presence was absolutely intoxicating.
I kissed at the sides of her mouth as she pulled the jacket off and then
grabbed my shirt "I asked you a question," she said, getting milk on it as she
slowly started raising the simple T-shirt above my head.

"Oh, yeah, the records. Right. Yeah they actually are way past what current
strong men are doing." she pulled my shirt off and looked down at my sports
bra. Not exactly judgmentally, she never really judged other woman on what
they wore. More just curiously. Then she pushed my pants from my waist down to
around my ankles. Kneeling down to wrap her hands around my tremendous
muscular thighs.

"You have such a nice body. You don't need to be ashamed of your scars, they
look very nice on your skin. Not maiming, just distinguishing" she said as she
rubbed the length of a knife-inflicted wound on my thigh. I moaned at that
too. "You are keeping up with the current world of men's powerlifting,
though?"

"Yeah it's a neat sport and some of them are pretty impressive" I scratched my
head as she placed her hands all around my panties, occasionally pulling at
them slightly. They were simple thick boy shorts, but with my rather
prodigious lower body they often became a thong. She rubbed the front of my
crotch and may have elicited a bit of a shout from me.

"Impressive. But not to you. You are sure that you are never just watching for
the men on display? You have confided in me, Ginger, that you have often
crushed on athletic men and dreamed of having a guy even taller than yourself.
I am not trying to judge but...well, it seems I have taken things too far for
now"

My face felt like it was on fire, I could only imagine what it looked like at
that moment. I clasped my hands in front of my belly and looked down at her,
practically pleading for something to change. "Well, yes, I do sort of have
some vague interest in a few of the competitors if you must know. Not in a
gross way or anything" her features simply lit up as she stood up again and
hugged me.

"No need for shame, my child. It is only natural. Now come, remove your
garments so that you may enjoy this bath with me" she said, her hair flowing
like a damned shampoo commercial again shot-posed on me and then let herself
fall into the milk, swimming backward and inviting me to join her.

Getting my bra off was easy enough, and actually after a long day it felt
great to let my titties breathe. I'm an H-cup, not that they look too crazy
with my height and musculature, but finding something that can keep them under
control while I run around is hard. Finding something that can keep them under
wraps without strangling them is seemingly physically impossible. Ms.
Sigurdson's specialty amazonwear has offered me NOTHING that can do that.

I do like my titties though, they have nice tear-drop shapes with pert nipples
and enough tissue that they stand firm regardless of how far they extend. Not
like balloon-implant levels of firm, but firm enough that they look nice. My
enormous pecs also help them "Stand out" so much.

So anyway I took a knee and started undoing the laces on my boots, between my
huge arms and huge chest I got in my way a little bit, and the fact that I had
pants around my waist didn't help, but Akheema wasn't laughing at me so I felt
fine doing that whole awkward job.

As I got my fingers around the second shoe I started thinking about my salary
and how I didn't really see these as anything but expendable, so I just
grabbed the top and tore the leather off. These were combat issue boots, size
17, reinforced with metal in a few places so they weren't exactly the easiest
tear job I've ever done, but I avoided grunting or groaning through my work.
Anyway, I was right there enjoying my newfound freedom when Akheema asked if
I'd undress the rest of the way, and I did.

Jumping into the milk was very refreshing but felt super weird. I wasn't
entirely sure that it was going to help my skin, but it felt nice whatever it
touched, and it touched everything. I was swimming a bit haphazardly before
Akheema grabbed one of my arms and pulled me into her, lightly kissing my
cheek before rubbing down my bottom and arms with her powerful grasp "Are you
lusting for anyone in particular right now, my darling?" she asked as she
rubbed the milk into my bicep. That felt way better than I thought it had any
right to.

"Oh, you know me" I sighed as I felt her large hands work together to encase
my entire muscle. Not many people could give me that feeling "Just crushing
like a schoolgirl on anybody who has the gall to treat me like a human being.
So pretty much everybody is in my current list of possibilities"

She booped my nose. I didn't like when other people did that gesture, but with
her it worked "You sell yourself short, Ginger. And perhaps you will find
someone who fits in line with a specific series of desires" she swam me to the
other end of the pool, I was surprisingly buoyant in the milk. "I have
recently scheduled your body-guarding services for a specific man with a
rather valuable body"

"Oh, you have?" I asked as I reached for her. She let me grab her waist as I
absentmindedly paddled in the milk, feeling her torso expand and contract in
my hands. 'Who is it?"

She got her face really close to my ear before she whispered the name at me
"Sigmund Ptolemaios". I felt my thighs tightened themselves up as I considered
that name. She had been a bit deceptive when she asked me about crushes
because she definitely knew I had a crush on this current contender for
"Supreme Olympiad". I grabbed at her waist and felt myself sink toward her.

"You mean the one with the huge eyes and baby face and nice hair and good but
not scary good definition on his body and everything?" I asked, feeling myself
starting to squeeze her even harder.

"Yes, the one who is six inches taller than you are" Damn she knew me so well
I almost wanted to take her out of the pool and spank her on the spot. Or
maybe have her spank me, but I felt the urge to have butt-cheeks slapped
either way.

"Ohhh but...but what if he finds out that I'm stronger than him! He'll hate
me!" I said, grabbing her around the torso and squeezing her into me.

"Perhaps not, Ginger. You only know once you have tried him" she rubbed her
hand against my face again and smiled at me. It really wasn't fair how much
she made me feel. I felt myself shrink away from her and then get back in.

"So, you are an expert on guys" I said, although she almost definitely was not
any sort of expert on being nervous. "Do I play this as confident but super
friendly? Dignified and aloof? Do I freak out and admit I'm a fan-girl?"

She kissed me on the side of the face "All aspects of how you really feel, I
imagine? Well I am sorry to say that I cannot say with absolute certainty what
would work best for you, only you can ever truly reach that position" she said
as she started slowly pressing her hands around my shoulders "But perhaps you
can speak to some of the other girls to gather opinions. For now, let us just
enjoy the milk and make merry with one another until the man who attacked us
wakes up"

I looked back at him and he was still sleeping like a rock. "Patrice sure
knows how to knock em out. You say every woman had a soul-mate somewhere but I
couldn't imagine anyone could have a very good time with her. Maybe another
firecracker who could join in her games of torture? That seems wrong too, she
was a bit too competitive to ever settle down with somebody like that."

She laughed, feeling my bottom before slapping it "You ought not to be so
condemning of other women. She will find her special someone, I assure you, as
is Inanna's will. But that is only your business once you have been introduced
to the new couple" Akheema said before kissing me on the cheek. "Would you be
so comfortable if I told her I was hooking you up with somebody you only knew
from television?"

"Point taken" I said as I rubbed my hands across her bottom, lightly dipping
my face in and kissing hers. She kissed back. I've kissed a lot of people in
my time on Earth, many of whom I regret ever meeting. But Akheema was a good
kisser. Maybe she really was sent to Earth by a love Goddess.

After some light kissing she picked the guy up by the back of his pants and
carried him around like a sack of potatoes until he lead me through her
labyrinthine basement to a cell she could throw him in. She didn't have a
conventional lock, just an iron rod that she placed around the last bar on the
door and the first bar on the wall before bending that bar into a ring. "That
should keep him in place. I don't know what I'd do if I had to keep you under
wraps"

I smiled "You know I'm thinking about unfriendlies. While a prisoner cannot
pick something like that, what if you had to actually lock up some guy who
could bend it?"

"Guys can't just bend rods like that, Ginger" she tickled my chin when she
said that. I wasn't sure if she was joking with me or not. Some guys, like the
one I was going to meet, could be pretty strong. Six or seven other girls in
the order could match that feat, maybe more...were we all that much stronger
than men were? Akheema saw my deep thought and dragged me through the basement
some more after that, taking me to a small room full of showers, turning one
on and washing the milk off of her body. I followed suit, bathing next to her
as she smiled at me and then rubbed some special herbs and ointments on my
body. She talks a lot about the health benefits but I thought most of it was a
bunch of hooey. So I just kind of played along with her before she took me
around again.

I spent some time in her gym after that, doing all sorts of those strange old
timey exercises of hers. She had set up a pair of full-length mirrors across
the opposite wall and had me admire my own form while I worked out with her.
First on the list she gave me a few iron bars, all of which were around four
inches thick. "Bend them" she commanded me.

"I...they are kinda thick" I said. She grabbed the end of one and placed her
foot down opposite it, looking me straight in the eye as she slowly started
pulling one end upward while keeping the other on the ground "Point taken" I
sighed as I grabbed one of them and jammed the bar between my upper thighs.

The cold metal felt kind of nice on me, looked even better as I reached
forward and grabbed the end of the six foot long bar. I smiled "Let's see what
I can do" I said as my entire body began to bulge out. I saw my perfect naked
form harden, veins starting to pop up on muscles and my blonde hair shaking
wildly as I tested my own might against that of steel and slowly felt myself
start to win. I looked at Akheema and felt awesome, pulling up even further
against the bar until I had bent a solid "U" in it, forcing the other end
against my chest, right between my breasts.

"Yes!" I shouted as I dropped it, now a fish-hook shape, and it clanged loudly
on the ground. I jumped a few feet into the air and watched my hair and tits
bounce as my muscular body came right down to the Earth and seemingly started
to shake everything.

"Let's see what else you can do" Akheema said as she walked into another
chamber and rolled a great stone pillar at me "See what you can do against
this," she said as she started rolling it faster. The thing was higher up than
my waist and made of one solid block of marble. I flexed my awesome body and
looked back at the mirror, seeing myself explode with strength before I ran
right at it and punched the pillar full force, leaving a solid cracked hole in
it and completely stopping its momentum "That felt awesome" I said as I
brought my leg up as far as I could, grunting a bit to get it to chest level
before slamming it down on the pillar, creating a crack that reached all
around it.

"Can you keep going?" Akheema asked, admiring my body's new state. It was
soaked in sweat and completely pumped up. I felt like I was twice as muscular
as I was before.

"Oh, I can definitely keep going" I said as I grabbed one end of the pillar
and tore it off. I placed it between my thighs, grunting as I slowly started
applying more and more pressure, gripping it with my hands as my colossal legs
did what they did. The dark flesh started to reach its full force as I felt
the stone suddenly turn to dust, a lot of smaller pieces peppering the floor
as I looked back down at what I had shattered "Oh that was nice" I said as I
walked toward Akheema and hugged her "the dust is sticking to my sweat. I may
need to take another shower" I said, kissing her neck.

"One or two more challenges first" she said as she walked me through the
labyrinth under her house, showing me a room filled to the brim with statues
"I want you to carry one clean across the home" She said before pointing to a
golden one of the great image of Inanna "Can you get it over your shoulder?"

I walked toward the statue and considered how dense it must be, how insanely
heavy everything was "It's not hollow, is it?" I asked as I got under it,
grabbing the 9 foot statue by the base and slowly starting to budge it.

"Of course not. That would be something of an insult to Inanna, would it not?"

"Fair" I grunted as I pulled it up, finding it would bend against my grip as
it leaned against me. I huffed as I pushed it up and set it down on my
shoulder, walking around for a few awkward steps as I looked at the hallway,
the small corridor leading from my current location to another pedestal. "To
over there?" I asked as I planted my feet against the front, finding the stone
would ever so subtly crack under my feet.

"Yes. over there. It's only fifty yards or so. It may seem like a long walk,
but I know you can do it" and she slapped me right on the butt! The nerve on
that chick! If I didn't respect her so much I would have given her a piece of
my mind right then and there! She was, of course, so I just giggled and
started walking over. Each of my steps fell like a thunderblast as I got the
statue moving on a slow, steady path. I was getting shin splints and my head
was covered in sweat but I kept going, dragging the statue until I finally got
to the other pedestal, slamming it down and seeing the great golden image of
Inanna standing above me. I kissed the golden breasts and then knelt before
it, grabbing the idol's ankles "You have given me quite the gift, goddess of
war and love"

"She will give you more" Akheema said, approaching from behind and rubbing her
hand down my spine, eliciting a few sighs and huffs from me before she reached
down and slightly rubbed against my butt "Let us see what we can do for you
before the end of the night. You learned quite a few fighting techniques in
those arenas, did you not?"

I looked back at her, kissing Inanna's idol on the genitals for good luck
before I looked down and saw the dents my fingers had left on the base. I made
fists with both hands and then looked back at Akheema "It kinda sounds like
you want to spar with me, stringbean. Anyway, calling them arenas may be a bit
of a compliment. They were more like little pits you could find in old
industrial areas and take things from place to place. But yeah, I did learn a
few modern martial arts here and there. Why do you ask?"

"Well" the Great Akheema said as she started rubbing my chin "I was just
thinking that I know some martial arts of my own, but all of them are much ...
.older. I was wondering if we could test ourselves against each other, perhaps
see who would come out on top?"

"Alright but no trying to break my fingers or gouge my eyes out, I'll need
them for my date in a few nights"

She laughed pretty hard at that, leaning her head across my shoulders before
tightly hugging me "Sure thing. And maybe after we finish our little friendly
sparring match we can have some mutton. I know we both need plenty of meat to
keep up our physiques" she kissed me on the ear after that.

**********

I stood kind of awkwardly at the club that week, wearing one of the few
dresses that I'd owned instead of my usual tactical gear. Patrice took over
with bouncer duties (I don't know if her temperament is especially suited
toward those soft skills, however) and I got to sit around and discuss things
with the other girls.

"You know I could get you a whole new outfit" Amy Maria said as she walked
around me and started feeling up my shoulders and placing fingers under the
straps of my orange sundress. I knew she was more than willing to give some
for me (we all help each other out, I may have enforced Amy's will on some
local gangsters on a few occasions) but once I get in her boutique she would
definitely try clothes on me for hours on end, like I was some kind of novelty
doll. I just kissed her on the cheek and pulled her in tightly.

"Thanks for the offer Amy. You know that I am in a kind of period of
indecision with all of this. On one hand yeah I could wear whatever I want I
guess, but on the other I do want to impress him, I guess? Like, it seems
weird that I'd be so concerned with somebody I'd never even met before"

"Don't be" Beth interrupted, her arm over the shoulders of the man she'd
bagged a few months ago "It's easy to psych yourself out. But he'll like you,
I know he will because you were matched up with him. By the way did you get to
see Akheema showering in honey when she gave you your little assignment?" she
said as she slowly pulled down her lover's pants, revealing a rather tight
pair of blue panties "I had a lot of trouble buying what she said in that
little contraption, but once I actually got to know the guy, she was eating me
up with things changed real fast. We were a total match in terms of
personality which is just bizarre, but also look at how sexually compatible we
are!" she said before going right in on his neck. Everyone looked at her a bit
awkwardly, each of the women currently spending time with a sweetheart knowing
they showed off just as much with their men.

"I was thinking maybe...professional" I said as I rubbed my chin, looking
around for opinions.

"A suit can definitely look sexy on a woman" Eliza shouted out. She was
currently in one that contoured nicely to her shoulders, her butt in the lap
of Brian, the beautiful white guy dressed in a white sundress that contrasted
nicely with her outfit. "But maybe do your natural hair too. I mean I'm just
not sure if blonde is your color, how kinky is it when you don't treat it with
anything?"

"Uhhh, decently straight" I said, rubbing it and then looking around.

"You need to go hyper-feminine" Amy asserted, more or less free of any
question gift from me. "Bodyguard in a miniskirt. I'm thinking beehive hairdo,
maybe some fifties style bullet bras...wait, can you wear that or do you snap
out of those whenever you flex your chest?" Amy Maria said, glaring at Beth.

The tomboy took her face from her lover's neck and walked to the fashionista,
carrying her chest up front as she marched in a rather cocky manner "I have a
strong chest, accidents happen," she said as she walked into the bigger
blonde, Beth's neck getting filled with her opponent's higher breasts "If you
doubt me, maybe I could smash some more stuff for you, show you what I can
really do with these babies"

"Girls!" I shouted, sort of wanting to see them interact like that, but maybe
not at this particular second "you are supposed to be helping me figure out
what to wear! You know I actually kind of like the idea of maybe wearing heels
for my first meeting with him"

"Bad idea" Beth said, walking toward me and shaking her finger "You don't know
how to walk in them yet, you'll spend the entire time tripping in front of
him. How are you going to show him your awesome might that way? I say boots,
tactical gear works but of course tune it down some so you don't look like a
complete mall ninja walking around in public"

"Hmm, seems like she has an idea." Amy Maria said "You want to look confident,
yeah?" I didn't say anything but guessed she was basically correct so I kept
listening. "Hair can stay the same, but wear it in a tight bun. Basic semi
formal blazer, sexy undies on underneath, and maybe like a one-inch heel so
you make a more womanly sound when you walk around?"

"Sounds perfect!" it didn't exactly, but getting an outfit out of her without
having to try a hundred others on sounded quite nice.

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