After she'd finished spilling her second load over the floor, Imara allowed the servant to help her up, standing on wobbly feet as she was "dressed". Or more accurately, gift-wrapped. She felt the velvet fabric wrap tightly around her curves, especially around her breasts, pressing her hardened nipples down and sending a sharp pleasurable sensation every time they shifted, as well as around her shaft, still sensitive after the orgasm, which quickly grew erect from the smooth feeling, as well as wrapping snugly around her balls. She was thankful that they at least didn't touch her over-sensitive ass, or she might've blown her nut yet again right there.<br/><br/>The cherry red blush on her cheeks spreads to the rest of her face and chest, as she still took panting breaths, trying to contain that constant arousal of wearing such lewd undergarments in a public setting. Imara took her dress from the servant and slipped it on, wincing as the silken fabric brushed the tip of her sensitive cock. She reached a hand under her skirt to readjust the ribbons and, with some effort, she managed to adjust it so her shaft was pressed down between her thighs, meaning as she walked her legs would stroke the throbbing member and ensure she stayed constantly hard, just in case the ribbons weren't enough. It was almost painful, really. Nonetheless, the flustered Dynast finished dressing and turned to V'neef. "Okay... what's next?" She asked curiously. Surely she couldn't join the party in this... wardrobe situation.