Ororo briskly walked further into the shop; the darker it had become outside the more the neighbourhood had woken up, the more it woke up the more people crowed its streets and the more blatantly out of place she had been.
The more she looked through the racks of the store, the more she felt she may have accidently stumbled across a gold mine; she suspected this place must serve as the closet for every working girl in the area, as soon as they were done with a look they’d simple come here, sell the clothes and hunt up a new one. With a shop like this, there be no point them holding onto a large selection of clothes, and selling clothes they had no immediate use for kept as much of their assets “liquid” as possible; in turn the high volume of clothes both coming in and out of the store would mean that the store could keep its prices down while still making a profit, an almost perfect arrangement for all concerned...
The clothes themselves were actually a mix of second hand and new, though probably remainder & damaged, stock; all picked with an eye towards the area’s clientele. There were also plastic barrels along one wall, filled with what must be basic essentials for the area; two barrels were filled with plastic wrapped packets of underwear (one barrel filled with sensible cotton, one with trashy/sexy more for show than function “lingerie”) another held small packs of cosmetics, while yet another held all manner and sizes of condom, Ororo carefully picked through each in turn finding what she felt was needed.
She quickly but cautiously assembled a small pile of clothes then made her way to the back of the shop, were a section could be partitioned off from the rest of the store by a thick curtain and used to change.
Ororo efficiently stripped herself naked, then dropped everything, shoes, underwear, outwear, all of it in to a small trash can that was in the “stall” with her; taking one look at her naked body in the pitted surface of an old mirror leant against the back wall, Ororo took a deep breath and began to put on her new armour...
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A figure considerably different than the one who stepped in pulled back the curtain...
Starting from the top; Ororo had been wearing her hair straight that day, so with a couple of simple hair ties she put her hair up into two pony tails on either side of her head. It was a style she’d rarely if ever tried before and immediately changed the look of her face; she’d also put in a couple of large gold hoop earrings in, and then applied a copper toned eye shadow and a pair of fake eyelashes that took her naturally extravagant eyelashes to an exaggerated extreme. Some lip plumper added an extra plushness to her all ready full lips, which she exaggerated and highlighted still further with a thick coat of searing red lipstick.
Just on the strength of what she done to her hair and face, even people from the mansion might not recognise her at one glance; but of course she hadn’t stopped there.
Around her neck was a “velvet” chocker with a large, if poor quality, garnet hanging from it; while this highlighted her graceful neck, the hanging gem actually drew the eye down to the substantial rack just below.
Ororo had chosen a skin-tight long sleeved crop top, with a deep scoop neck, made of a sheer semi-transparent leopard print material that pushed up and displayed her large braless tits, and flaunted her flat sexy stomach. It put everything she had on display, hiding basically NOTHING yet still being just this side of legal, and yet she was confident it would be surprisingly warm compared to anything else she might wear for a similar effect.
From there she wore a tight black leather mini-skirt, so short it could barely cover her full, well toned rear, yet it was split all the way up to the waistline on her right side, displaying essentially all of her nicely rounded hip anytime she moved. She had on black thigh-high hold-ups, topped with black lace and with a clearly defined seam; they stopped just shy of her scandalously high hemline, giving a teasing glimpse of bare and supple thigh.
On her feet she wore a pair of stripper wedges, thick soled and high heeled, with a leopard print pattern that completed her top perfectly; an anklet around her left ankle and a selection of cheap but flashing bangles and bracelets around both wrist added garnish to the whole look.
With a conscious strut to her walk Ororo went to the front of the store to pay for her purchases, both what she wore and what she carried with her...