Sister Lin smiled knowingly at Su Mu's inquiry.
"Those are the rooms for providing special services to custors."
"That's where and the other sisters, including Sister Li, work, except for little white," she explained, and the little white she ntioned was the little girl she saw before.
Sister Lin continued to elaborate on the nature of the special services provided in those rooms.
"We offer a variety of experiences catering to the unique preferences and desires of our custors."
"It's a more personalized and intimate aspect of our services, creating an environnt where custors can explore and enjoy their fantasies."
She added a crucial clarification, "It's not like those brothels outside; we provide many specific services to satisfy our custors both physically and ntally."
"Having intimate conversations or relationships with custors is allowed but Sex with male custors inside the store is strictly prohibited, and this rule has been set by Sister Shi herself."
"She won't stop you from eting them outside, but if anyone is found violating this rule inside the store, Sister Shi won't allow them to work here again."
"It's a different matter if it's outside of the store," Sister Lin continued, offering further clarification.
"What happens in the private lives of our team mbers is their personal choice, but when it cos to our professional interactions with custors, strict adherence to the rules is essential." Su Mu, taking in the information, nodded in understanding.
Su Mu stood frozen for a mont; however, soon she saw a black leather corset and delicate lace skirt draped over Sister Lin's outstretched arm.
The fluorescent lights of RomantiX glinted off the polished leather, making it seem even more dramatic against the backdrop of colorful, intriguing products lining the shelves.
"Sister, this?" She could sll a faint, sweet perfu in the air, mingling with the almost imperceptible scent of new plastic and sothing else she couldn't quite place – perhaps a hint of the exotic incense that sotis burned near the entrance.
"Here, take this. It's what the sisters wear inside the store," Sister Lin's voice was warm and inviting, her smile genuine.
"It's your first day, so you're free to choose whether to wear it or not. If you're not comfortable with this, don't wear it," she offered, her eyes kind.
The costu was undeniably bold, a form-fitting black leather top designed to cinch the waist, paired with a matching mini skirt that featured intricate lace detailing along the hem—flirty, yet with an edge.
It resonated perfectly with the provocative and playful atmosphere of the adult store.
Su Mu's fingers twitched.
As a man in his previous life, the thought of wearing sothing so overtly feminine, so revealing, would have been laughable and strange.
But now, in this new body, the lines were blurred.
Unknowingly, she felt a strange curiosity, a flicker of sothing she couldn't quite na. Would it feel good? Or just embarrassing?
She pictured Lingxi's face and her sweet, supportive smile. What would Lingxi think if she saw her in this?
The thought sent a surprising warmth through her, quickly followed by a wave of uncertainty.
This was a world away from the elegant robes of the Su family manor or even the practical clothes she'd choose to wear every day.
Sister Lin, noticing Su Mu's contemplative gaze and the slight furrow in her brow, offered another reassuring smile.
Her own attire, identical to the one offered, looked surprisingly natural and confident on her.
"We understand that everyone has their own comfort level, especially when it cos to what they wear."
"So of the other girls find it fun, so don't." She gestured vaguely. "So, it's not a strict requirent, especially when you're just starting."
"Feel free to express your personal style while keeping in mind the store's aesthetic," Sister Lin continued, her tone encouraging.
'What's the harm in just trying it?' she thought.
After so contemplation, Su Mu finally reached out and took the uniform, the leather cool and smooth beneath her fingertips.
The lace was surprisingly soft.
She held it up, examining the cut and the way the light played on the different textures.
"Sister Lin," she began, a touch hesitantly, "would it be alright if I… used the changing room for a mont? To, um, change?"
Sister Lin, who was ticulously arranging a display of feathered boas, smiled as she spoke. "Of course, Su Mu! Go right ahead. Take your ti."
The changing room wasn't large, but it was surprisingly well-appointed.
A clean, full-length mirror on one side, flanked by soft, flattering lights that eliminated harsh shadows.
A small, plush stool sat in the corner, and a few hooks were next to it.
It was quiet. Glancing at the mirror, she took in her reflection, pondering the bold choice laid out for her.
Well, here goes nothing." As she started to peel off her regular clothes, there was a mix of nerves and excitent in the air.
Looking at the mirror, Su Mu caught her reflection, now left with only her bra and panties. She finally took one deep breath and carefully unzipped the corset.
She unlaced the back slightly, as she'd seen in historical dramas, then slipped it over her head and shoulders.
The leather was cool against her skin, smoother than she'd imagined.
As she began to tighten the laces, it wasn't painfully tight as she imagined, not like the extre examples she'd read about, but it was undeniably firm.
It sculpted her torso, cinching her waist and pushing her already large breasts upwards, creating a silhouette she'd never possessed before, not even in this new body.
The boning, though flexible, provided a rigid structure that made her stand straighter.
"Well, hello there," she muttered to her reflection, a note of disbelief in her voice.
The material against her skin was a strange mix – the cool slickness of the leather, the slight give of the lining.
Moving felt… different. Her usual range of motion was subtly altered; bending sharply at the waist was less of an option, encouraging more deliberate, almost elegant movents.
Then ca the skirt. It was a subtle contrast to the strong corset. Soft, black lace flowed over a short, silky underskirt, barely reaching mid-thigh.
It slid on easily, settling low on her hips. The lace tickled her skin ever so slightly as she moved.
After getting dressed again, with a strong resolve and unknown expectation, she finally turned to face the mirror fully, and a small, involuntary gasp escaped her.
The girl staring back was… a stranger. And yet, undeniably her.
The black leather glead under the soft lights, highlighting curves she was still getting used to.
The lace of the skirt added a touch of playful femininity that contrasted sharply with the assertive lines of the corset.
Her waist looked impossibly small, her hips more defined.
'Is this… ?' Her internal voice was a mix of awe and utter bemusent.
As Su Yang, he would have scoffed, perhaps made a crude joke.
But as Su Mu, looking at this reflection… There was a strange flicker.
Not purely amusent, though there was a healthy dose of that.
It was also… intriguing in an unknown way.
The awkwardness was there, there was an involuntary blush rising on her cheeks, but beneath it, a tiny, unfamiliar seed of sothing like confidence began to stir.
She felt like a character stepping onto a stage.
Tentatively, she placed a hand on her hip, mimicking a pose she'd seen models strike.
The movent felt surprisingly natural in the outfit.
The leather creaked softly. She turned slightly, watching how the lace of the skirt swirled in the minner.
Then she suddenly froze… looking at herself and what she had been doing.
"Fuck what am I doing?" A wave of her old self, Su Yang's practicality, washed over her. 'Can I even work in this?'
'Handle custors without feeling like I'm about to burst a seam or flash soone?' But then, another thought, quieter, more uniquely Su Mu's: 'It does… look kind of amazing, doesn't it? In a shocking sort of way.'
She smoothed her hands down the front of the corset, feeling the taught material. The sensation was constricting, yes, but also… supportive.
Su Mu then leaned closer to the mirror, examining her own face.
Her eyes seed wider, her expression a curious blend of shy uncertainty and a daring, almost mischievous glint she hadn't seen before.
She took one last, long look. The initial shock had faded, replaced by a complex cocktail of emotions.
The reflection staring back at her was a juxtaposition of familiarity and novelty, a blend of the past and the present, such a figure and beauty can make any man go crazy with wild thoughts.
However, part of her wanted to rip it off and hide back in her sensible clothes. Another, far more insistent part was whispering, Just for a little while. Just to see.
Her final thought before reaching for the door handle was a shaky exhale and a muttered, "Who would've thought I'd be wearing sothing like this the next day after becoming a woman?"
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