Lydia Krinn was prepared to experience a miracle. An event so rare that it should be worshipped, and would be thought about for weeks to come.<br/><br/>She had the day off.<br/><br/>The 23 year old was excited about her day off, as she usually spent her 'not work days' doing homework, or cleaning her cheap apartment. Lydia had wondered what it felt like to just sleep away the day, lazing about in bed in her undies, dulling her mind with television. And that was exactly her plan, too. Waking up late, late being 10:00 am, the hopelessly single woman pulled her laptop off of her nearby desk, and fired it up. Stretching lanquidly while the computer booted, she waited until it was ready to listen to what she wanted, and opened up the internet. Only half of her favorite webcomics updated since she had last checked them, and her email was seemingly full of spam. "Hmmm... Penis enlargement? Sure! Make my penis bigger. Like a freakin 2 liter bottle. Hehe... Victoria's Secret? Too expensive, but comfy... School spam? Bleh." Talking to herself was not an uncommon occurance, especially when by herself. Being alone in a quiet room always eventually brought her wandering thoughts back to her childhood. Back to the times where she had burned herself on the stove trying to make herself dinner when she was 5, because her father was too drunk to feed her. Or to the many occasions when she would return home from school and be forced to listen to her mother having sex with a different man this week. Breaking the silence by talking to herself helped to push those memories away, or at least keep her from spending too much time reminiscing... She clicked the next link blindly, the mouse click breaking her reverie with a red and gold stationary-esque image on her screen. It was pretty, but looked just like high quality spam. "Red Star Adult Entertainment, huh? Exclusive invitation to where, your porn site?" She scrolled further down the page, skimming over the message. "Wow... Is this for real?" She scoffs it off, and climbs out of bed, scratching an itch on her thigh as she wanders into the bathroom.<br/><br/>Staring at herself in the mirror, the sound of the shower spraying next to her warming up, Lydia gives herself the Once-Over. Her dirty blonde hair reaches her mid back, but it is unstyled, just usually kept as a ponytail. Her blue eyes look exhausted, but she just woke up about half an hour ago. She still looks young, but she thinks she can see the beginning of worry lines near her eyes and soft lips, which only get larger as she frowns and looks lower on her reflection, her belly pouched out from her lack of exercise and bad eating habits. Lydia hated being overweight, even though people told her that she isnt fat, that it's all in her head. Her thighs were thick too, and men always looked at her 'ghetto booty' instead of her fairly unimpressive b-cup. She was envious of those other girls she sees at work, where the extra weight they gained went straight to their chest instead of their ass. With a small sigh, she took off her undies and bra, throwing them casually on the floor and stepped into the shower, letting the water run through her hair and washing away all the negative thoughts and emotions shes been dragging up today. "Maybe I should go to that tittie bar that that email was advertising. Even if the guys there are drunk, at least they would think I'm sexy enough to hit on me." Shaking the depressing thoughts from her head again, she pondered on that email. "The club isn't too far away... In the historic districts... And it's free... well, other than the cab to get there..." Lydia stops talking to herself as she scrubs her hair, trying not to get shampoo in her mouth as she rinses it out, and turns the shower off. She gets dressed in some of the few non-work uniform clothes she has, layered blue and white camisoles, khaki cargo pants that are kinda tight on her thighs, cute socks with clouds on them, and her running shoes. Looking at the clock, she realized that she still has time to burn, and heads off to spend time at the mall, window shopping and eating.<br/><br/>A cab pulls up to the historic building and she climbs out, paying the cabbie with a nice tip. She opens the email she printed out, protecting it from the light rain, so Lydia could verify the location, and look at the pass phrase. Huge bouncers were standing at the doorway, staring her down. She looked about meekly, and stepped closer to the men at the door. "What's the code phrase?" The softly spoken, yet intimidating voice came from the biggest of the bouncers. "Umm.. I got this email ad from your club and it.. " "What's the code phrase?" Lydia turns red from both fright and shyness, and reads it straight off the page. "They-I have come to sin under the light of a red star..." The big guy offers her what appears to be a platinum credit card, and she takes it. "You travel a dark path, little girl... Will you be able to handle it?" The other bouncer asks ominously as she passes by them and into the club.<br/><br/>Protected from the rain, she looks at the silver card in her hands, the front having the logo for Red Star Adult Entertainment, and the back a magnetic strip, her name, and what appears to be some kind of security type barcode or something. The receptionist at the front clears her throat to get Lydia's attention, and she startles a bit. Haughtily, the receptionist states, "This establishment has a dress code. Please swipe your card, Mistress Krinn, and I will have one of the staff escort you to the wardrobe." Lydia swipes the card, and a young woman wearing a victorian tea gown softly takes her by the elbow. "This way, Miss." As the beautiful escort guides her to a back set of rooms, she asks "How did she know my name? I thought this was a titty bar. Why was the receptionist carrying a gun?" "Shhhhh... Its for your safetly dear. Now, lets see." She looks Lydia up and down, and goes to a nearby clothing rack, pulling a dress bag off of the rack. "Take off those clothes, and put this on. Its going to fit very loosely until I can lace you up." Lydia stands there dumbly, taken aback by how things are going. The escort waits patiently for Lydia, despite her not moving. "You want me... to get undressed?" "Yes, Miss. Will you require assistance?" "Umm... no?" Lydia sets her messenger bag down that she uses as a purse,  and starts to take the camisoles off. As she lifts the tops over her head, she hears something move, and when shes done, her bag is no longer next to her on the floor, and the escort is over by a set of lockers, putting it away. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "Securing your belongings, Miss. Accessories will be provided with the clothing." She turns a key on the locker, and places the key next to Lydia where the bag was. "You may return here at any time to gather your things, Miss." Lydia finishes undressing, and opens the dress bag, revealing a beautiful violet gown, frilled in white and black lace. "Oh wow... Its gorgeous...." She pulls it out, and slips it on, noticing that the neck line plunges well below her breasts, leaving them exposed, and that the tummy area has no lace or decorations. "Umm, is this how it goes?" "Yes Miss, now please breathe in slowly." The escort slipped around behind her while she was putting the dress on, and pulls a black and violet laced corset around Lydia, clasping it shut and pulling the laces taut. "Oof. How tight is this supposed to be?" "Please inform me if you cannot breathe, Miss. Then I have to pull one more time after that." Lydia's exclaimation was preempted by a tugging of the strings, the corset constricting around her midsection and pulling the wind out of her. "Can't... breathe..." One last yank, and the laces are tied and tucked away. The escort starts to style Lydia's hair as she learns how to breathe while wearing a corset, and notices that the corset has turned what little cleavage she has into something gorgeous. Lydia turns to look at the escort just as she finishes pinning her hair up with a tiny hat, and drops the locker key into the cleft of Lydia's cleavage. "Please hold that close, Miss. We cannot unlock your locker without that key. Would you like makeup, or should we finish with matching shoes?" "Uhh, shoes will be fine. I'm not much with makeup." "You under state your beauty, Miss, but it is not my place to chide you for it. Can you walk in tall heels?" "Kinda," Lydia responds. The escort opens a drawer beside the clothing rack, and calls back to Lydia, "Miss, what size shoe are you?" "Eight." She reaches into the drawer, and pulls out what can only be described as witches boots. Soft black leather to calf length, violet lacing, pointed toe, 5 inch stilleto heel. She guides Lydia to a chair, and pulls off her shoes. "Cute socks, Miss." She smiles and pulls the socks up a bit, then puts the boots on and laces them for Lydia. Standing now to 6'1 in those heels, she stares at herself at a nearby full length mirror. "I-I-I... wow..." The escort just smiles, and hands Lydia a small violet purse. "Your cell phone and wallet are in the bag. Please enjoy yourself, Miss. The dress is yours to keep." Lydia stares at the escort until she is quietly led back to the front desk, and then to the club main.<br/><br/>Passing a set of large wooden doors, Lydia steps into the club proper, mouth agape at the the decor. The whole club had a raunchy version of Alice in Wonderland kind of feel, with scantily clad men and women just waiting for guests to serve. The DJ and his assistant were the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit, and she carefully picked her way over to a table near the dance floor, sitting down so that she had less chance to fall in those heels. She looked around, seeing only the staff here, except for one person reclining at another table, with a beautiful young girl perched apon his lap.