The Boots With The Fur

"It's gonna be hot today. You should wear as little as possible to stay cool," a voice chimed in.

Target >5

1d100 Roll = 12

Successful Suggestion (+0 Corruption Point but Hot Under The Collar debuff: rolls to wear less clothing or strip have difficulty cut in half)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 0

Debuff: Hot Under The Collar

She would not call it too hot today… but it was not cold… nor would she call it cool… it could be hot… it would be hot… later. Zoey nodded along with the voice as the thought took root in her mind. She still did not know what exactly to wear but turned to her underwear draw. There were plenty of cute or stylish pairs of panties and not to mention her big bras. That should be easier to decide…

"Don't wear any underwear," a voice whispered to her.

Target >25/2 = 13

1d100 Roll = 68

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 1

Debuff: Hot Under The Collar

But… did she really need them? Her eyes gazed past the panties… wouldn't be the first time she skipped wearing those. But usually that was on a date or if she was auditioning and really wanted to try and get a part. Her eyes lingered more on the bras. That would be harder to go without. Her breasts were not the biggest but they were more than a handful and she would normally not go out unless they were firmly secured or she wore something bulky enough to hide them.

Still she had to have something in here that would hide them. Her eyes turned back to the closet. Perhaps one of her hoodies or jackets? It was going to be hot today… maybe something cooler even if it meant showing off more than what she wanted to. Or worse yet, slipping free, she did not want to flash anyone.

"Wear nothing but a short jacket, just long enough to cover your ass, and heels," a voice commanded.

Target >120/2 = 60

1d100+1 Roll = 82

Successful Suggestion (+2 Corruption Point)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 3

Debuff: Hot Under The Collar

No way… she wanted something to cover up her breasts, sure, but this was… no… she… couldn't. Her hand gravitated to her coats and jackets section even as her mind clouded over her objections and apprehension. By the time she was looking over jackets to find the shortest one, she was in favour of the idea. If it was going to be hot today and she was going braless… a jacket alone made sense and she looked good in heels.

Zoey grabbed the fur jacket she had stolen from an acting gig. She had been a background extra. No speaking lines. Just a prostitute in a very stereotypical filled movie that never actually saw the light of day. A streetwalker and this white fur covered jacket had fit the role well. She had liked it so much she nicked it from 'wardrobe'. She often wore it out clubbing or on a date when she wanted to just hookup.

As she wrapped it around herself she felt like a total slut. The idea of wearing this with nothing but a set of heels. It gave her a thrill. Speaking of, she needed to pick out a pair of heels, her purple boots had heels… and they went well with the white fur. She had to rush through strapping them on. By the time she had them sorted she knew she had to hoof it or she was going to miss that train. Grabbing her shoulder strapped bag she slung it over, slipped her new favourite book into it and ran out the door.

Zoey was good in heels. Years of auditions and clubbing meant she could really move in them. It was her jacket that slowed her down. Specifically trying not to flash the goods to anyone. She definitely failed on the stairs down from her apartment, as she ed two of her neighbours coming up her way. The look the couple gave her of shock and amusement meant they had definitely seen up her jacket as she rushed down. Zoey did not stop but could hear them whispering to one another as she rushed out.

She raced down the street, doing her best to take rapid but little steps, lest her coat ride up and flash the other pedestrians. Zoey was aware of the glances and stares her outfit was getting. There was no reason for anyone to assume she was not wearing a short skirt or dress under this, maybe some tiny short shorts, but it still looked out of place this early in the morning. Unless they assumed she was on her way home from a night out. Which would not be the first time…

She reached the train station, which was a raised platform that she had to go through a tunnel and come up some stairs to get to. Zoey froze at the stairs. There were some bored looking young people around Zoey's age hanging out around in the tunnel, smoking and gossiping, they were already eyeing her. She knew if she went up the stairs they were sure to see her naked black ass under the jacket. But if she didn't… the train was already pulling in… she was going to be late.

She decided to go for it and bolted up the stairs. She heard shocked gasps from behind her before sniggers, jeers and then wolf whistles. She could already hear them turning as a group to eye her as she felt their gaze up in her naked butt. Blushing, Zoey reached the top of the platform as strong gusts of wind blew around her. She had to hold her jacket down but not only was the train already preparing to leave, there were footsteps coming up the stairs behind her.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry girl?"

"Yeah, what's the rush babe?"

"Can't tease us with a look at your very fine booty and just run off like that."

"Come on… the guys only want to be friendly."

She looked along the train, the three closest carriages to her were the ones she was sure she could reach. The first was a rather ramshackled, spray painted carriage with a few shady looking characters already within it. She could reach that one quite easily before the train left. The next along was a far busier, packed carriage, with no free seats and minimal standing room, that would be a run to catch and she did not know how her jacket would fair in the wind.

The furthest along was a 'quiet carriage' meaning no loud conversations, music or anything of that nature. It was her preferred carriage and was more sparsely populated than the packed one, but it meant surrendering all dignity and sprinting for it if she wanted to catch it before the train left.

Of course she could just stay here and wait for the next train… but that would not only mean she was going to be late but she would have to deal with not only those closing in on her from the stairs but anyone else for the next half an hour before another train arrived. Unless she could figure out another way to get to the university campus... The voices spoke up…

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoey.