The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 1, Tiffany Makes Up Steph: Navel Restraint & Opt Strategies ¶ It is the morning of Day Six. Steph makes sure to be the first to wake up. She had surrendered yesterday’s maillot to Boss Babe last night, slept naked, and had found, as promised, a new cutout minidress folded and waiting on the shelf of her locker. ¶ Santa Claus. ¶ She hurries to shower, hopeful that Tiffany has not arisen. She pees first, showers, and looks at her naked self in the makeup mirror as she struggles her head through a high-collared minidress. She considers, {Well, I was going to demand BB give me something more decent, and I guess this is her idea of an improvement.} Steph examines the minidress more carefully. Small armholes, a hemline partway down the thigh, and, yes, a big buttonhole. No need to worry about navelage 24x7! ¶ Steph considers the length of the tight minidress in the makeup table mirror. {Yes, I will have to work to keep my thighs apart, but no one will see much upskirt.} Steph wiggles her stomach. Fine hairs and a navel, and at the very bottom of the oversize buttonhole, the smallest tad of hairage. Steph shakes her head. {If I move carelessly even more hair will squeak out, but otherwise no one will notice.} Steph looks at her visage one more time. {Headlights.} Steph sticks her tongue out. {No titter for Gamers today!} ¶ Tiffany steps into the Bathroom, and the Cam goes live. It gravitates toward Tiffany first. Fair enough; Tiffany does deserve the respect of the instigator. ¶ “Sit,” Tiffany commands. “I’ll do your makeup.” ¶ Steph sits. Tiffany “Porn Star” works naked, of course, with the fine grain of her skin divided by a single tan line that circumvents her body seven inches below her navel. Her clear vinyl croptop leaves not a trace, but the tan line of her slacks crosses through her pubic hair and below the top of her tush. ¶ Steph shimmies her stern back and onto the stool in front of the makeup table and mirror. She checks in the mirror to check on her upskirt. She grits her teeth. No secrets: the lights around the mirror illuminate Steph’s upskirt all the way to the short hairs covering her snapper. ¶ Steph looks away from herself in the mirror to discover that the live Bathroom Cam has also discovered her. It hovers and collects full purview. ¶ Tiffany kisses Steph’s cheek and considers the Cam also. “I shall turn you into another of Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers today.” Tiffany steps back, and the Cams also backs away. “Gamers want to see the look on your face while the Cam takes down your upskirt,” she consoles. She gazes in the mirror at Steph’s hairage, then moves in front of her, places fingers on Steph’s cheek, and commands, “Hold still.” ¶ Tiffany applies foundation. ¶ Steph seizes upon her first opportunity to question Tiffany. She doesn’t wiggle around, but she says, “Okay, so you whored at Flesh Ranch last Term and occasionally ‘Feature Danced’ at the Nugget; your reputation precedes you. But you have no knowledge of Babs’ Pledge days?” ¶ “True,” Tiffany accepts. “I was a Whore, not a Cosmos Pledge. I met Babs the day I arrived at the Cosmos House.” {Although I do know Janet, as well as the two ex-Nuggets expected to arrive soon.} ¶ “Well, I know all about Babs!” Steph advances. Tiffany cocks her head to listen. “She was my Pledge last Term!” Steph speaks quietly now, cognizant that the live Cam might also sound. “I am the one Cosmos who witnessed Babs from a Caste above, and I know where all the dirt is.” ¶ Tiffany rouges Steph’s cheeks, overworks her eyes, and applies over-thick mascara. She compliments, “I like your cutout minidress today. Good choice. The high collar and small armholes require Gamers to glorify your buttonhole. Short hemline, too. Lots of belly; lots of leg.” ¶ Steph rustles herself on the stool but makes sure her thighs don’t touch. ¶ Tiffany frowns. “So far you’re getting more vagcam time than I am.” ¶ Steph advances, “That’s because you haven’t gotten any. I’m the one getting flashed. Doing the flashing. Whatever.” ¶ Tiffany shudders. “You’ve seen me Pee-Cam. So when you’re ready to join me, and not just spread your sanpan snatch to the Cam, then you’ll be as qualified as I am to Opt Stripper next Term.” ¶ Steph doesn’t appreciate the encouragement, but she does observe that the Bathroom Cam—the Pee-Cam—continues to focus on herself. {Especially my upskirt. I’m more important than Tiffany right now, even though Tiffany is naked and can pee anytime. Pee-Cam later for sure.} ¶ Steph volunteers fresh data. “I’ll tell you something you don’t know. I know how Babs got her nickname.” ¶ “BB?” Tiffany follows along. ¶ “Bikini Babe.” Steph snides, “She begged it. She begged it from me.” Steph tries to adjust the minidress to minimize surveillance of the very bottom of the oversize buttonhole. “And not just Bikini Babe.