Have skirt, Will travel

There's more to Thom than meets the eye, but i'm not telling. ;-)



Well, the rather pleasing sight of Thom Yorkiv in a skirt put me in mind of a recent discovery. Want to know more? Of course you do!

So there i was, shopping for hair in one of the larger stores, and trying to get my bearings whilst struggling against stultifying lag. As i hovered gently in the air, i spotted an unlikely couple. She was the high priestess of wank something-or-other. The big, hairy oik in a loincloth glued to her side was, it transpired, one of her "love slaves". I perused their profiles and marvelled at their exotic lifestyle. It was all sex, shackles and shagging - from first profile pick to last. I was appalled and deeply envious. That is to say squashy was the envious one; I could only look on in mute disapproval.

And then i chanced to notice the state of their skins. Quelle horreur! "Old style" would be putting it mildly.

How can one possibly have sex and slaves, and i don't know what-all else, and still be wearing the same, tired skin one originally pitched up in, back in 2006?

I continue to live and learn. It would appear that realistic skins aren't a prerequisite for the 'lifestyle', particularly not for him, that great lug! [Personally, Squashy and i like our men to look as realistic as is avatarily possible, although what we like and what we end with up are two different things. This is largely Squashy's fault, of course].

Well, Squashy being how she is, she couldn't help but cam up inside his loincloth – actually more of a skirt, with slits – and her eyes all but fell out their sockets. The lack of realism ended some way below the attachment.

"So that's what he spent all his lindens on, that big eedjut!"

At this point, i'd cheerfully have dragged her away by the hair, but since the new locks had failed to rez and she was as bald as an egg i decided to let it go.

Later that day, i almost fell over a female slave crouched on the floor in a submissive and revealing pose. Yes, it was a public place, and yes, she was missing one intimate item of apparel. Call me old-fashioned, but i nearly told her to put on some knickers. Going commando is clearly an intrinsic part of what it means to be "in service". *grin*

Squashy, meantime, was all for going off and finding yet more men in skirts/loin-clothes to spy upon; that is, until i removed the camera forcibly from her sticky grasp and told her to go and do something more useful instead, like resize her head. The trollop.

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