"Mmm, you look good in it," said Whitney, as she took in the sight. "Now wait just a moment, while I get gussied up a little." She ducked behind a changing screen in the corner of the room, and Castella watched as each article of clothing Whitney had been wearing was tossed over the top to hang. First her overalls and socks, then her shirt, and finally, a set of frilly pink panties. After a few minutes, she stepped out and Castella was once again treated to the sight of the dog-woman in her bedroom wear. Once more, Whitney had donned her black embroidered corset that stopped just below her breasts, as well as matching black elbow gloves and stockings secured with garters. This time, however, she did appear to be wearing panties; or at least something that resembled them. On closer inspection, the article of clothing covering Whitney's nethers was actually made of black leather, and had a round hole in it, just above her womanhood. "Sorry, I haven't had time to pick up anything new since the last time you were here," she said, as she stepped closer to the bed. "I hope you don't mind."