Von Carmen is wearing her usual ensemble. A sternka and Death’s-Head rosary that are as much a part of her uniform as anything else she has on. The expected outlash and thi-highs. A blue-tint monocle, with the requisite bifurcated chain, fitted snugly in her right eye socket. Nine-inch-nails set on clear-coat, her preferred setting for the recommended SO footwear. Spurs designed for use on equine, which can just as readily be used on slaves, especially wayward ones! Riding crop. Cuffed clear-skin XPFX briefs, so-called “dining” gloves. A body-hugging “Koo Stark” power suit, with that optional accessory, the matching strapless fully-boned miraclebra which pushes the wearer’s titties up-n-together while thrusting ‘em forward for showing lots of cleavage of “Bare Wench” proportions on a buxom wench.
Author’s note: Koo Stark is a type of suit stereotypically associated with the 1950s. It is characterized by sharp cuts, an unforgiving fit, and a stiff rigidity, and was first introduced by Polo Ralph Lauren [commissioned by Hitler] as the stock uniform for female Gestapo during the 1930s. Such is the sordid origin of the classic “little black suit”. That original Gestapo version of the suit had Nazi affectations molded onto the jacket along with Death-Head buttons!
Of course, when you go braless the suitcoat of a Koo pushes the wearer’s titties up-n-together while thrusting ‘em forward for showing lots of cleavage of “Bare Wench” proportions on a buxom wench and the wearer’s nipples get pinched. It’s as if you were still wearing that push-up bra.
Not surprisingly, the pencil skirt of said business suit is slavishly form-fitting. The miniskirt tantalizes with a risqué deliciousness of the French vanilla kind that demands the admiring eye away from hands and feet that can kill. The short hip-hugging skirt has a midriff-cinching fully-boned waistband with rear two-button closure; a waistband that goes into vicegrip mode when said skirt goes painful. And being the “tiny” skirt of a business suit, it’s mid-thigh length, a “legitimate” miniskirt. It adjusts for immodestly. In other words, whether sitting, standing, running, walking, whatever, the skirt is always mid-thigh length [a “legitimate” miniskirt]. The default for a Koo’s skirt. A fitted skirt, that flatters the waistline, that’s got a tastefully high (high, but not too high) hemline spells “Wow!”
Needless to say, the Koo’s coat, like its skirt, is the essence of sternness: form-fitting, wide lapels, two-button closure, and butterfly cuffs, flap pockets, etc. It’s “Camelot”, again.
And, there’s no gap between jacket and skirt. Her suit coat overlaps her skirt per convention. The jacket molds slavishly to her torso just like her skirt does her ass. Shades of Borg exo plating.
Haute couture. When its jacket is fastened, the two-piece suit in effect becomes a layered one-piece dress [a dress with a molded-on jacket affecting the illusion of a fused jacket and skirt]. Two garments [jacket and skirt] that move as one as if they were superglued, when the jacket is closed. More shades of Borg exo plating. In fashion terms, it’s the old 1950s fission vs. fusion argument as it relates to women’s business attire in particular and women’s clothes in general.
Haute couture. When the jacket is buttoned up, the matching snakeskin jacket and skirt affect the illusion of merging seamlessly; the delineation [between the two of them] clearly exists, therefore, regardless of your viewing angle or proximity, you can easily see where the coat ends and the skirt begins. More shades of 1950s Camelot and Jackie Kennedy’s mouthwatering wardrobe. More shades of Borg exo plating. Think: Emma Peel’s ultra-form-fitting snakeskin catsuit in “The Avengers” movie, minus the oversized belt buckle that the censors insisted on for the movie’s R-rating, and with a miniskirt in place of those skintight breeches!
The body-molding business suit fits hand-in-glove just like a body-molding catsuit. Even more shades of Borg exo plating. Think: Emma Peel’s ultra- form-fitting snakeskin catsuit in “The Avengers” movie, minus the oversized belt buckle that the censors insisted on for the movie’s R-rating, and with a miniskirt in place of leggings!
And, as is the exception for vampiir gear, Koo has a “rough” mode. In “rough” mode, vampiir takes on its native appearance: you can see, as well as feel, its scales, just like when it’s the skin of a living snake. In the aforementioned Avengers movie, Emma Peel’s snakeskin catsuit, which was vampiir, was set on rough. “Native” vampiir always translates into the mouth-watering allusions of an unforgiving one-size-too-small. Nothing, absolutely nothing, beats snake; especially when it comes to being form-fitting.
The Koo’s fit is so form-fitting that it can easily be mistaken for a [layered] catsuit, if you don’t take the time to notice that there’s a skirt in place of leggings. But, being a business suit it’s prude by default in spite of its unforgiving fit. In other words, form-fitting and therefore figure revealing notwithstanding, it’s still a stuffy suit.
And, yes, the coat and skirt, being Koos, are also concealed carry: you can see a Koo girl’s “sweater bumps”, but you can’t see her weapon or purse bulges. Pat a girl down who’s Kooing (wearing a Koo), and you still won’t be able to tell if she’s packing [a weapon] or strapping [a cigarette purse on the thigh]!
It’s easy to see why, all the bulldyke stockbrokers on Wall Street, wear a Koo Stark. Business attire favored by Borg Queens since the reign of One the first Borg Queen [female assimilation of Species 001]. Business attire worn while in pretense by Borg Queens since Borg Queen 001. Borg skins [as in, a snakeskin Borg exoskeleton].
It’s easy to see why, all Victorian women [Victorians being the first, and most middle class, iteration of the Middle Class], Koo too.
Except for her stockings and 9-inch knobs, everything von Carmen is wearing is that snake. Translation, for the no-fly: her reptilian body armor is vampiir. Ditto for her riding crop; it’s vampiir, too.
Brand names, you ask? The expected. Von Carmen’s gloves are Fangora. The outlash is generic Church stuff. The monocle is Wenger. Her razor-heeled boots are Maidenform. Her riding crop is a Miss Hancock. And, as previously mentioned, her thi-highs are Strident, her push-up and business suit are Koo Stark.
With the Baroness’ obscenely-stern skirt being bps, there’s no need for her to wear panties, which is why she’s going “commando”! If the fact she’s not wearing any panties tempts you to put your hand up her skirt with the express intent of groping some “red snapper”, be forewarned that the infamous “doctor’s doom” awaits your pettin’ pleasure. So, although you may feel compelled, by the djin of this skirt/no-panties combo, to “feel her up good fashion”, it’s definitely at the risk of losing your hand! As for looking up her skirt, forget about that too, ‘cause all you’ll see is empty darkness.