After being dismissed, she scurried off to the toilets a with the overbearing need. New underwear was definitely in order, but that was for ter. For now, she mao put her tail away by telling it to go, and sheepishly returo the gym, whereupon Queenie would take her somewhere else. ‘Maintaining the mystery’ of not knowing where she was going.

  “Ok, what the actual frack. This pce is big from the outside, but it isn’t this big” she excimed, rec some vigour and looking up at Queenie’s amused grin.

  “Ahh, that little thing. Well, you see, this area has space bent around it. We arely sure why, or what is causing it, but it allows for a vast infrastructure over a small area, like ulled off here. Uniquely pced to deal with our needs without having to give half the city over to do it” She expined, before arriving at the showers, havi a brisk pace to get there. “Now, you need some help getting ? I ’t promise my hands won’t wander while I assist you…” She cracked a broad grin, openly admiring Kiko’s body. Kiko quickly nodded in delight, but Queenie just have a soft ugh a Kiko on a bench. Why there was a ben the showers, Kiko was irely sure, but it robably there for a reason.

  Her heart sank a little as Queenie just left, but she remembered what the woman said. It was all a test, she didn’t o get all worked up like this...She'd need a good shower. Showers, were great for clearing one’s head, so Kiko got up, stripped, turhe shower on cold, and stood u for a few moments before she started to shiver. Shivering was good, eased her stress and ed out the mind. Then after a bit of that, she turhe shower on hot and ed herself properly.

  Once she was done, she would in towels – even though Queenie had had intimate trol over every inch of her body, she was still scious of just showing it off willy-nilly – she saw the Demon woman with a broad grin on her face. Reising the grin as one of mischief, Kiko gave her a withering stare.

  “Wh-what have you done?” She asked, in what she hoped was an assertive tohe stutter didn’t help.

  “Done? Nothing, I’m a good girl” Queeried, but couldn’t keep a straight face, and so broke into ughter. “Ok, fine. Your clothes were crap, darling. It’s like you’ve been wearing just them every day for the st four years” Queeated.

  “Yyyyea. I didn’t want to bother dad too much. He wasn’t home often and so I wao talk about things other than my school uniform. Hence a really short skirt. It didn’t used to be that short” Kiko replied.

  “Ohh. Thought you liked shorter skirts. Damn, you’ll probably not like this so much” Queenie would theure to a uniform that made Kiko’s jaw drop. The corset was beautiful, looked crafted to tease her assets while keeping it stately. The pair of stogs were shiny and opaque, going up to her waist to double as underwear. And the skirt went down to her knees, or would if it wasn’t fred so it hung a little away from her and blended modesty with promiscuity. It was all shaded in the bck with red trims that was the official SIR colours, and the quality of the material…

  “Do you like it?” Queenie asked, a warm and delicate smile.

  “It’s too much. It’s something you’d find in one of them shops that charge like three hundred Kris for a pair of socks” Kiko excimed, hugging the towels tightly. She couldn’t accept that, just...couldn’t.

  “Would you prefer I order you to wear it, Doll?” Queenie asked. Though she did not mean it and wouldn’t force Kiko into anything, teasing her was not off the table it seemed. Kiko felt her cheeks flush with heat, and barely mao fight off the desire to try it on.

  “You aren’t going to let me not wear it, are you?” Kiko asked, looking at her feet.

  “I am absolutely going to let you not wear it, Kiko. I brought your SIR base uniform if you didn’t want to wear this” Queenie would shift the outfit to another hook and reveal the uniform below. Skirt just above her knees, like someone had o kick a guy in the head ond desighe skirt to not hihat, polo shirt and jacket, all in the predominant colour scheme of SIR. It was actually quite….casual. “You’ll be given four uniforms in total. Base uniform is here, you’ll wear this going to and from activities in the base, outside of activities here in the gym, where you’ll have a gym uniform, which is tight fitting shirt and shorts. Dress uniforms are far more fshy, something you’ll wear for press ferences, parade grounds, exhibitions. Basically it’s what you put on when we go out food PR. And finally deployment uniform. That depends on who you get, but it is generally pragmatid woven with a mesh fibre to help protect you in the field. If you would prefer trousers then we get you some. I just like a girl in a skirt”

  Queenie seemed to want to distract Kiko from the outfit before, so broached into ih expnation of what she’d be wearing. It kind of worked, though Kiko fixated on the idea of being protected in the field. She’d seen some pictures of The Beasts oerhey were not friendly at all….And she was fighting them. Getting ahead of those thoughts, she spoke quickly.

  “I’m sorry. It’s too nice. H-hahe uniform, please?” Kiko asked, getting dressed in it once given. Underwear seemed to be a personal choice, but she felt far too on show so took the full length stogs from the other outfit. They were just as high quality as they looked, but it was a promise.

  When she had dressed and refused the satin shoes with low heels in favour of more practical shoes, she took her through the building to Lysaida’s office. Ohe two had arrived, Queenie didn’t even bother to knock, she just walked right in, and up to the desk, piled with paperwork, and gri a vexed looking Lysaida.

  “Still refusing my offer to burn all the paperwork?” Queenie asked, before looking back to Kiko, who was kind of lingering on the door, ly sure how to hahe outfit she was in.

  “Yes, I am. And I see you have wasted no time dressing up the new recruit. e on in, Miss Ator. We o officially sign you into SIR, deal with your education, and so on. There is quite a bit that goes into someone of ye joining us” She was being a lot more formal than when she had broken into Kiko’s house, but maybe that was just because she was in Work mht now.

  “So, lots of pieces of paper to sign?” Kiko asked, grinning sheepishly as she walked into the office, taking up the offer to e in. It was better than out in the hallway, after all.

  “Yes. The recruitment sheet, the basic rules as, and a list of the Quasi-humans we have here, so you know what to expect” She gestured with a folder, which Kiko walked over to take, and then opened, starting reading immediately. The recruitment sheet and the rules were pretty simple, she got through them quickly, but she took more time with the quasi-human list.

  “Phoenix…” she muttered, a slight etion in her voice. Phoenixes where pretty rare, mostly because they were very humble creatures and never really revealed themselves in publiyone could be a Phoenix until they got shot, or stabbed, or otherwise mortally wounded. But one part of the list made her look up with a broad grin. “Dragon, huh? You SIR agents get all the fun stuff” She quipped, taking a pen and beginning to fill out the form. Name, date of birth, occupation, kin, Quasi-human nature [If applicable]. It retty basic.

  “Yes, we SIR agents get all the fun stuff. Although the Dragons are ly social people. They i on occasion, but are surprisingly shy, and their drais are...not as easily obtained as you think from the story books” Lysaida replied, flig her eyes to Queeo make sure the woman wasn’t up to anything, and theurning her gaze to Kiko as she fihe form and ha back. Lysaida checked it over, and then nodded in satisfa. “Be of being the boss, is that I accept you on the spot now this paperwork is done, rather than having to gh els to get to me. Wele to SIR, Recruit” Lysaida nodded, and Queeuro Kiko’s side, beaming like a dog with a bone. Lysaida didn’t seem to be finished, however, so Kiko kept her attention on the el as slid something forward and spoke more.

  “This is a care package, of sorts. Map, schedule, names of the heads and a notepad for writing down things to remember. It is advisable to meet the heads of the division in anticipation for the end of basic training. You have met me already. Queenie help you with the rest of the Division Heads, as she is the head of the Assault Teams” Lysaida expined. Queehought Mizia’s division title sounded really cool, but also, looked to Queenie.

  “She heads the Assault teams? I thought, she was boss of the gym” Kiko said, before blushing and c her mouth. She didn’t mean to give her the title that popped into her head. Queenie, however, found it amusing.

  “Boss of the Gym? Heh. Well, I’m the Overseer of ‘the Gym’ as you put it, but the boss of the Assault Teams. I lead routine workouts for the rookies and occasion squads, but I head the assault teams. The two mesh well, so I take care of both” Queenie expined, befiving a terribly wide, scary grin. “And I’ll see to making sure that you know my title much better than you do now” It sounded somewhere between a threat, and a promise for more of what happened in the gym. Kiko wasn’t sure whie worried her more…