The young princess turned towards the chef when he mentioned the dishes that he made. Though she was clad in only her panties, the royal had no idea that she was being observed by someone. Still the young woman covered her breasts with her arms as she somewhat shy moved over to the table in the middle of the room. As she sat sat now next to the table she could smell the dishes that he had prepared for her. Oh, these all smell delicious. You are a very good cook, and I am sure I will enjoy sampling all the dishes that you are providing.

The young woman used one hand to cover her breasts as she reached down that to pick up a fork with other hand. It was kinda of embarrassing to eat like this, but she felt alot better in this heat even if she was still sweating a bit. It was then that she sampled the first dish to see how it tasted...

The cook leaves her to her own devices while Morloch studies her vital readings, watching to see what effect the different drugs have upon her body, of course they are only mild doses, nothing too dramatic will happen but even so he is curious as to how resistant her race is to his toxins. It will allow him to do further tests upon the naive princess further down the line but for the moment he quite enjoys his view while dwelling upon his plans. Perhaps he is getting carried away with this little game but he is quite enjoying corrupting the princess little by little, taking advantage of her emotions and trust.

"Take your time princess and be honest about how it tastes. Your hosts would like me to inform you that you are welcome to spend the night here at the palace as our honored guest, a display of trust so our people can see more of you and see your not a threat along with your own race. Of course if you feel you are not safe here with us alone.."

Octavia sampled each of the different meals only eating a little of each meal. She just wanted to get a taste of each meal that the cook had provided. Wow, they are all very good. My people would enjoy all these meals very much. The young woman took a bite of the last dish which appeared to be some sort of cake. It tasted wonderful, almost as good as the rest of the food that she was eating. However instead she suddenly felt a little hotter. Oh, I don't feel so good. I may have spent too much time in the kitchen, I think the heat is getting to me.

It was then that the cook mentioned that she could spend the night in the palace as a guest. I think I would like that. I am a little tired from our trip and maybe I would feel better after a bit of rest. The young woman did feel a little woozy, it wasn't enough to keep her from carrying out her duties. However she would feel alot better with a bit of rest.

Monitoring her vitals Morloch is pleased to see the small dosage has some effect upon her, little does she know sleep won't be as peaceful as she may hope. Entering his commands, her rooms are prepared with everything a young princess may expect even as the cook summons a servant to show her the way. Of course he doesn't warn her as suddenly one of the humanoid drones she encountered before is standing beside her not even glancing at her current state of undress.

"Please come this way, my lady. Your clothing will be washed and returned to you while you rest, you need not worry."

Just like the cook promised it seems as if they don't even notice or act any differently around her despite what she feared. The servant picks up her dress and folds it neatly before pushing it under his arm before she might try to reclaim it and dress herself. After all Morloch wants to enjoy embarrassing and corrupting her with each little victory.

Octavia let out a loud gasp as she she suddenly spots a humanoid drone next to her. He had been so quiet that she had never heard it make its way into the kitchen much less move up to her. She quickly covers herself up again making, though her hands make a poor job covering her body when she is only clad in her panties. If the humanoid machine has any emotions about it, he hides it well as it does not even look in the young woman direction.

It was then that the humanoid said please come this way. Before she could reply it reached out and grabbed her dress and fold it up neatly before heading out of the room. No, w-wait I wanted to wear that out of the room. Octavia hesitated for a second as she did not want to leave the kitchen in such little clothes. Quickly, the young woman decided she would never get her dress back if she waited here in the kitchen. The royal blushed briefly, then headed through the door to follow the servant and her dress.

If the servant heard her, he doesn't show it as he moves swiftly across the room with the princess soon following after as he leads her through the beautifully clean and spotless hallways. He doesn't slow for a moment or seem to notice the princess's embarrassment. Luckily enough only a few other humanoids seem to pass her in the hallway and most of them bow their heads as a display of respect as they normally would. It's almost as if they don't even register how little she is wearing, like it's alien to them to worry about how much you wear or how little. They all look identical and they all wear the same plain white garb.

Finally the servant stops beside a room as he passes her dress to another servant who quickly disappears down another hallway with it as the servant shows her into her room. It's a grand place, the room is large enough for ten people to stay in let alone just her, the room she is staying in seems almost like a large apartment nearly with a bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedroom for her as if they expect she may be staying here for quite some time.

"If you have need of anything, don't hesitate to ask Princess."

Despite the Princess's pleas, the servant continued to move down the hallways at its own pace. The poor royal was forced to struggle to keep up as she kept slowing down everytime she came across another servant. Fortunately there was very few of them and the ones that she see, only bowed when she came. They did not show any interest in how little she was wearing and simply carried on as if there nothing usual had ever happened.

Eventually the servant led the royal into a large room that would serve as her bedroom. The room was massive huge, easily as big as her own shuttle as it had a bathroom, kitchen, and living room, not to mention the bedroom. Still the young woman was disappointed to find the servant had already gotten rid of her dress, handing it off to another servant before she could see where the second one had wandered off to. It was then that the servant asked her if needed anything. Well if you have any more clothes I would like to try them.

The servant bows his head at her request, his robotic eyes slowly looking her up and down before he guides he into the room as the door shuts behind them. He seems to pull a measuring tape out of his sleeve before he starts to walk around her. Finally he stops before her and speaks rather plainly and clearly as he makes sure she understands this is a serious request.

"Very well princess but you must understand we don't normally make clothing. If you would please extend your arms outward and spread your legs apart, I will be able to take your measurements and create a selection of clothing for you during your stay here."

Waiting beside her, he makes no move to look away or summon someone else to take this role, playing the part of their ignorance to her gender and her rather attractive form that surely few males have been gifted to see completely. Of course it only get's worse as the servant points towards the only piece of clothing she has left, her underwear.

"It would also be best to remove those to allow me to take completely accurate measurements and give us an example to work with just like your dress. Unless of course you would rather we left you without any more of those while you are here?"

The question sounds honest and clear while knowing the princess might refuse, but he hints that if she does she may end up walking around wearing none at all. Morloch is rather hoping this will be enough to scare the poor princess into complying, of course the clothing they make won't be exactly what the princess is hoping for.

Octavia could only watch as the servant began to look the her over from head and to feet. The servant walked around her as the robot seemed to be checking her out from every angle. Soon the servant pulled out a tape measure as he tells her that she will need to spread her arms outwards and her legs apart if she wanted to be measured for clothes.

The princess was taken aback at first, not willing to spread her hands away from her chest. The young woman thought about it for a moment, as she blushed a bit. Slowly she relented, Okay. The royal soon took a moment to extend her arms outwards and legs apart. Unfortunately she had done it too soon as the servant mentioned her last piece of clothing.

You want me to take off my panties? The servant mentioned that if she didn't she would not get anymore clothing at all. Fine, but I do not want to go with out clothes for long. The princess was a bit hesitant, but eventually she took off the last piece of clothing she had left.

Much like before the servant seems oblivious to the fact the princess is standing completely naked before him as he bows his head taking her last item of clothing. He begins to take the last few measurements, moving so close to her surely he must be able to study her body in complete and full detail. Of course Morloch is recording it all, in truth he can already tell what will fit her and won't, this is just for his own amusement and his tests of course. Finally the servant finishes and bows to her before disappearing with her clothing once more. Leaving her alone in the room.

He is gone for some time leaving her to make herself at home. Their are towels for her to have a shower but they seem just too short to wrap completely around her body so she won't be able to use them to cover herself for now. There are no blankets on the bed oddly yet the room seems to change temperature making it the perfect heat for her to walk around as she is without feeling the slightest bit cold. Clearly they want her to feel as comfortable as they can, fresh food laid out for her along with a note from the chef telling her to mark which dishes she likes the most.

The embarrassed princess stood completely still as the servant continued to take her measurements. Octavia closed her eyes as she stood there for what seemed like forever, how many measurements did the servant have to take of her body before he had what it need. Finally the servant moved in front of her and bowed before it took off. It was then that Octavia noticed that it took off with her panties the last set of clothes she had. The princess raced off after him, but stopped short of the door. It was bad enough to walk through the building in nothing but her panties, she wasn't about to run out there in the buff.

The young woman looked around at the room as she tried to figure out her options. The bed was completely devoid of sheets, for reasons she didn't understand. The princess went to bathroom to get a towel, only to find it didn't wrap around her nubile frame. Instead the young woman only had a towel that she cover her front with and barely cover it at that. Octavia held the towel close to her as she walked over to a table where there was a note from the chef to try the different foods that were laid out and to mark the dish she like the most. The royal wondered when the chef had time to get the food sent to her room while she was following the servant.

It seems that the princess's question is quickly answered as there is a sharp metallic sound as inside the bedroom, the wardrobes seem to open revealing a pair of robotic limbs which begin to neatly hang up various items of clothing on display for the princess along with another note explaining they weren't sure just what she would like so they studied popular styles at the moment and worked with those. Of course for the princess it might not be what she had hoped. She told to bring them to her as quickly as possible and maybe that has worked against her. The clothes on display are most likely nothing she would normally wear. They consist mostly of rather tight fitting and revealing tops along with very short skirts. Of course they are each created beautifully and with great care to make the princess believe this was an honest mistake but with these types of clothing that seem to only highlight her body rather then hide it, Morloch hopes to trap her. After all how can she return to her people dressed like this, all she needs to do is use them until her dress is returned or so he will lead her to believe.

The underwear arrives soon after, but much like the rest they consist mostly of rather skimpy panties that just barely cover her while her rear is almost completely exposed in them making the short skirts even worse for her to be wearing. If anyone saw a princess in such clothes it would surely damage her image with her people.

Octavia suddenly heard a loud metallic sound inside her bedroom, the pink haired looked over at the source of the noise. It was the the wardrobes which suddenly opened to reveal a pair of robotic limbs. The limbs that seemed to be hanging clothes up for display before they returned back to their positions within the wardrobe. Instantly the pink haired woman knew there was not enough material there for the dresses she normally wore, in fact there was nothing that would be proper for a royal. Still, it was better than not wearing anything at all.

The young woman put on the panties only to find that they skimpy and felt like they were more like a g-string rather than an actually set of panties. The blue skirt too barely covered her and let her lower half somewhat exposed. Finally the royal put on a white halter top that had a plunging neckline which went down past her breasts. The royal looked at herself in a mirror nearby and felt pretty embarrassed about what she was wearing. This was not something a proper woman would where, but yet here she was wearing an outfit like she was someone about to go out for a night of clubbing. Fortunately her people would not see her like this.

Once the princess has selected her clothing, the rest is neatly folded up and placed inside the drawers and wardrobe as the entire room seems to be automated like one large living creature. Of course the princess has no idea it is true, Morloch is everything around her and yet he cannot leave his throne to take her or this entire city might suddenly go still, the drones left without orders. The room's heat seems to lessen but still enough to ensure that she is comfortable wearing so little so she begins to notice it less and less. For now the dinner seems to be ready now that she is prepared, the servant returns waiting to escort her to the dinner.

"I trust everything fits you princess. Your people seem quite happy with all the aid they are receiving, they are lucky to have someone such as you. Doing so much for them."

The servant speaks softly, of course only to toy with her further. How can someone blame them for such simple mistakes like her clothing when they are clearly doing their best to help her. But this is all just an act, the true tests will begin once the princess retires to her room later this evening.

"Please follow me princess, they are curious to meet you."

Once again the servant is off ensuring the princess doesn't have the chance to try and grab something more to cover up, as the servant begins to walk into the maze of hallways once more. Of course they are always changing behind the scenes, Morloch can't risk her finding her way into parts of the city he doesn't want her to see or to find her way back to her people without their aid.

As soon as Octavia had finished putting on her halter top, the room seemed to come alive as the room, as suddenly the remaining clothes remaining were folded and place inside the drawers in the wardrobe. Almost instantly she could feel the heat begin to reduce a little making her more comfortable to be wearing her skimpy outfit. It was amazing how much the room seem to react to everything she did, it was also a little scar on how much the room could tell what she was doing. However before the royal could think about it any further, the servant had come to fetch her Highness.

Umm, yes. It does felt. The princess still blushed a bit, but tried to keep her criticism to be as soft as possible. Although I do wish the outfit covered a bit more. But it does fit well. She knew that these people are doing their best to help her, more importantly trying to help her people. Regardless about how she felt about her outfit, there was no way they would have another one that would be appropriate for a princess until later. She was just going to have to wear the outfit she had on. Please lead the way.

The pink haired princess followed the servant as he made his way through the corridors. The princess was impressed that the servant could make his way through the hallways with such ease. She knew he must have been doing it most of his life, but the was young woman was sure she would have gotten completely lost without the servant help.