Medical Bay
Sienna twisted her pursed lips sideways as she examined the spray bottle of crimson liquid that Citrine handed to her. Clean bill of health, that was good news, but she wasn't expecting anything different. Her throat was a little scratchy from the ordeal planetside, but hardly worth treating with medicine right now. And if it numbed her taste buds, she certainly wasn't about to use it now. The smell of cooking meat now wafting in was making her hungrier than she already was.
As Citrine pulled the screen closed, she hopped down off the examining table and tossed the bottle down on one of the cabinets. She stared blankly at the cherry blossoms printed on the impossibly small looking bodysuit lying folded there next to where she had been sitting. Chewing lightly on her tongue, she just smirked at no one and shook her head. It was that or the scrubs, and she wasn't sure the paper gown would survive very long unless she spent the next several hours, or days, moving as little as possible.
"Okay, here we go," she breathed quietly with a sigh, and slipped off the scrubs. If she wasn't cold before, she was freezing now. She shivered as the air touched her bare skin all over, and quickly she pulled on the underwear. For a brief moment she forgot about her discomfort as she did so. She'd never even seen silk up close, much less come in contact with it. The sensation was almost as rapturous as the hot shower.
Then it came time to put on the suit. Unfolding it and opening it up before her, her jaw slackened as she realized just how tiny it looked even suspended in front of her, completely unfolded. She wasn't a big girl at all, actually rather slender for her height, but this thing was tiny. She wasn't sure that she'd even be able to get her legs in, much less her whole body.
Starting with her right foot, she opened up one of the legs and slid her pointed toe inside. The material was just as comfortable and soothing as the underwear, though it felt somewhat different. Stronger, more durable, and something just different. Her foot slid down to the bottom with little effort, but pulling it up her leg took some effort. Then she repeated the process with the left. This proved even harder, as the fabric seemed to be fighting itself with one leg in and the other out. Grunting, she strained to work her other leg inside, hopping around on one foot in a silly fashion until she ultimately wound up stumbling and crashing into the examination table. The metal drawers and their contents within rattled around momentarily following the loud bang.
"Son of a--" Sienna spat quietly, still struggling to get the blasted suit on. At last she got her left leg inside, then took a moment to calm herself. Finally she reached down and pulled the garment over her shoulders. She felt like she was trying to reload a giant crossbow that was powered by rubber bands as thick as her waist, while at the same time tightening her pelvic muscles to ward off the sensation that she was being vertically cut in half from below. "These... nngh... people wear these... urgh...... every day?" she muttered under her breath between grunts. After tugging and straining for a few seconds, she got her arms through the sleeves and hooked it over her shoulders.
Running up the front of the garment was the tiniest, most sophisticated looking zipper she'd ever seen. She looked for some clue on how to operate it, then opted to simply push her finger up from the bottom. She was astonished that it worked, and couldn't help grin a little when she watched as it almost appeared that the fabric simply wove itself together as her fingertip trailed along up her torso. Finally dressed, she rolled her shoulders and took a few steps, testing out the feel of her temporary clothing. She had to admit, after as troublesome as it was to squeeze into it, the suit was surprisingly comfortable. It tugged a little on her in places when she walked, giving her a weird sensation she couldn't describe, and the way it pressed her breasts back into her ribs was a little strange, but she shrugged her facial expression when she discovered it was otherwise comfortable.
However, it didn't make up for the fact that she now felt more exposed than ever; the fabric clung firmly to her skin, hugging every single curve, vein, joint, and toenail on her body. She didn't have any shoes either, save her boots, and they were clunky and utilitarian compared to this, not to mention unavailable to her as they were being decontaminated, so she felt like she was wearing footie pajamas. And this cherry blossom print! She'd never felt so ridiculous in her life.
A glimpse at herself in the semireflective floor just confirmed it, making her face flush bright red. This suit hid nothing. Comfort notwithstanding, she felt like she may as well have just shrugged off the very idea of wearing clothes at all and paraded around the ship au naturale.
Her stomach grumbled again. And there were no doubt a few more crew members waiting to get checked out. She closed her eyes, drawing a long breath through her nose, reminding herself once again that she'd bargained for a ride, and hadn't specified anything else. There were far worse things to be faced with than a hot shower and a hot meal. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her reflection in the floor, crudely combing her hair with her fingers so that it laid over to the side, feathering it up the best she could, and drew her shoulders back to open the privacy curtain.
