Enslaved to Zion
"Oh. Well, can I get dressed first, please?"
"Of course! Here, I'll leave these here for you, and give you a little time to gussy up. Sound good? There's a hairbrush in the drawer.", she says cheerfully, as she lays the clothes down on the end of the bed and exits the room.
I lean over and inspect the clothing. Like the cloth from the auction house, it's all white again, but there's certainly more fabric to it this time! Curiously, I hold up the first piece. It's a plain cotton dress with a rounded collar, and elbow length sleeves that flow out like white flower petals. The bottom flares a bit as well, but it's subtle. I like it. Whoever chose it has great taste.
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