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most of that went way over my head. Let's back up. Natasha, who designs the clothes that I'll be modeling, is in a relationship with someone named Lillian, and the reason that she can't do it is what now, exactly?"
    "Because Natasha takes responsibility for Lillian completely, she won't allow Lillian to be viewed in the manner that you will be tomorrow. Being exposed in such a way, on display for hundreds, if not thousands, of people is something that Lillian would never wish to experience, and that Natasha would never want her to," Lucy explained to her, hoping it would make sense to her now.
    Danny shrugged. "All right. So I guess that makes sense. Kind of. Lillian is shy and Natasha wants to protect her. Right?"
    "That's the simplest way to explain a complex relationship between two people, but if that's what that makes sense to you, then use it. As you'll meet both of them tomorrow, I believe that the dynamics in their relationship will make more sense to you once you see them in person," Lucy told her.
    "Have you ever had a slave?" Danny asked after a long moment in which they both drank their tea. Lucy's was nearly cold and quite close to being empty, but she found that she didn't want to call for more and disturb the moment she was having with Danny.
    Lucy shook her head and smiled at Danny over the rim of her teacup. "No. Far from it. I prefer to have the women in my bed, while being submissive to me, to still retain some level of autonomy that is not awarded to slaves and toys. In short, submissive sexual partners are enjoyable to me, and even taking care of their every need is sometimes pleasurable, but I don't want someone that I have to care for day in and day out. I consider myself a caring person, but I also fully accept my selfish tendencies. I believe wanting time for myself is human. Natasha and Lillian have found something deeper than I've ever experienced, or have wanted to. I don't question their love for each other or Natasha's devotion to caring for Lillian's every need."
    Danny wore a soft blush on her cheeks, and Lucy wondered at its origin. "So … I guess a lot of guys are going to be staring at my ass in this outfit?"
    Lucy smiled at the crudeness of Danny's words as well as the lightness in her tone. Danny wasn't as upset by Lucy's revelations as some people would be, even if she wasn't comfortable with them, and that was a good sign. "Oh, naturally. I'm sure there will be men, as well as women, that will be interested in you. But while we're there you will be under my protection. I have a ribbon that I'll tie loosely around your neck, and I will wear the same color on my wrist. Other people will use other means of communicating their statuses while we're there, but this is the simplest one. The ribbon will show that you aren't available to anyone while you are at the convention, and people will not test that. They can, and will, look. But they won't take things further than that unless you choose to give them permission. As you will be employed for the duration of the weekend, I don't see that being a problem. Do you?"
    Danny quickly shook her head. "I've got no interest in hooking up at the conference."
    Well, that was certainly decisive. "When I pick you up tomorrow morning at seven, please be ready to leave. You won't be wearing shoes for the most part tomorrow, but pack a pair of comfortable dark colored heels in case you want to walk around the conference at all during your breaks or lunch. If you want me to accompany you during these times I can, but I won't require you to be by my side the entire time if you wish to explore a bit on your own. Keep your hair natural and your makeup minimal, since it will have to be adjusted for every costume you wear."
    Lucy got to her feet and motioned for Danny to follow her as she made her way to the front door of her shop. It had been dark for a while now, and the old-fashioned lamp posts outside glowed bright in the wintery gloom. "Thank you for coming