<blockquote><div><cite>linthia wrote:</cite>"I will buy other clothes for you tomorrow or this afternoon" She removed her own t-shirt too , she was not really topless because she had a bra on her breasts . "Wait here , I bring you some clothes , I've maybe one or two old bra if we've the same size of breasts , but for your panties ... I've nothing , some centaurs have her vulva on their horse part , and other on their human part , me I've my vulva on my human part and we use a little semi-skirt to hide it , like an apron . So if you want you can use one of mine , I don't force you ..." Then she went in her dressing and brought two t-shirts , a black , and a blue , and an "intimate-apron" . "Here , I give you this for the moment , don't be shy , take it" She caressed Xaria's face to calm her "Shhh ... I will not hurt you if you're respectful with me."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Xaria blushed and looked down at her feet as Lincya removed her top. She was a little flustered by all of this and did not know what to do. Her whole face went red when she started to talk about her vulva. Steam practically rose from Xaria's ears because of how flustered and embarrassed she was. "Y-yes mistress. Thank you mistress" she said as Lincya walked away to get her clothing. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself starting to feel a little cold being naked. As soon asLincya got back she stood straight at attention again and covered her private areas. Xaria might have been skinny from lack of eating but her ass and breasts seemed to retain a lot of their curves and though she was rather small her feminine qualities were rather sizable. Although Xaria had great potential for beauty it was marred by her under nourished figure and rather battered body. She was covered in scrapes and bruises. Her back had scars as if she was whipped in the past. On her back right above her butt was a<a class="postlink" href="http://in1.ccio.co/iF/U1/87/e1ddc0c5012c1912230c122fb23ecb28.jpg">tattoo</a>that seemed to be covering a burn of some sorts that resembled a symbol, like a brand of some sort. She hesitated to take the clothing reaching her hand out. Her hands shook nervously as they took the clothing and she gasped as Lincya started to caress her face and closed her eyes expecting to get hit. She looked at Lincya and started to visibly relax. Her body seemed far less tense and she gave a small smile. "Thank you mistress" she said and put on the black shirt and the apron. She looked herself over and was not overjoyed that her rear would remain exposed but she could not complain. The clothing was very loose on her but it stayed on well enough. "Does this look please you mistress?" she asked.