"Master Neloth, I apologize for my tardiness," Selune said immediately upon arriving at her destination, breathing heavily from her haste. "I was delayed by-"

"You're late," Neloth rumbled. "You've never been late before."


"I know, Master," Selune said, "it won't happen again. The execu-"

"I won't hear excuses," Neloth said sharply. "You failed to arrive as we agreed, therefor some punishment is in order, don't you think?"

"Y-yes, Master," Selune agreed reluctantly.

"Though annoying, this is still a somewhat minor infraction," Neloth said, thinking aloud. "I thought we would forgo your uniform today considering your good behavior prior to this, but since once again you can't seem to handle the simple privileges I grant you, I'll have to revoke that luxury."


"I understand, Master," Selune said. She glanced around for a place to change and remembered the Winking Skeever. "I'll stop into the local inn and change. I'll be back shortly."

"You will do no such thing!" Neloth said firmly. "I won't be left waiting here again just so you can slip into a few scraps of fabric. You'll change right here so we can get on with out business posthaste."

"R-right here in the market?" Selune asked. He'd never made her strip completely in front of cognizant strangers before.

"Yes," Neloth nodded. "And since this is punishment, do it slowly. Make sure you can be seen."


"As you wish, Master," Selune sighed, slipping her coat off. Already she was drawing quite a bit of attention.

Piece after piece of clothing followed in slow, deliberate motions. She let each stage of undress linger just long enough to be "enjoyed" before slipping out of the next piece. Nobody in the market stalls seemed to question it, and the odd guard that happened past simply opted to enjoy the view and carry on with his day. Finally, she stood naked in the middle of the Solitude market, eyes on her from all angles. She couldn't contain a furious glare thrown at her illustrious teacher. Unconsciously, her hands wander to her crotch, weakly covering her sex from view. She was angry, surely, but strangely, the sense of humiliation she'd felt the first few times Neloth had exposed her was duller than usual. She still didn't enjoy being made an object to stare at, but she felt more frustration than anything else. And in a twisted way, knowing so many people liked to look at her was... flattering.

Neloth's voice broke her thoughts. "I didn't tell you to cover yourself. Go on, move your hands, let the fish man take a good look." Selune complied, anger and discomfort clouding any strange acceptance she might have been approaching.

"Good. Now, here. Put on your uniform. And while your at it, make sure this man here gets a nice look at your chest," Neloth said, pointing out a lower-class looking man who was just there to do some shopping.


Selune slips into the nearly non-existent bottoms and clips on her collar before spinning to the dumbly grinning shopped and lacing her fingers behind her head, thrusting her chest out at him. She said nothing, holding the pose for an uncomfortably long moment.

"Alright, we've wasted enough of this dreary day on this. I hope you're learned your lesson."


"Yes, Master, I have," Selune replied. "Can I have the top now?"

"Oh. No, I forgot it," Neloth said, not at all sounding like he was sorry.

Selune rolled her eyes and followed as Neloth led her towards their business for the day.