The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 6, Robyn: Thin Maillot • Small Hole • Lost Memory, Day 1, Section 9, Babs & Tiffany: Discuss Robyn & Anticipate Steph ¶ ¶ ¶ Tiffany stays naked as she walks from the Bathroom to the Bedroom, and she elects to remain naked once she discovers Babs sitting on the chair behind the Desktop. ¶ Babs points a toenail at the cubicle on the floor beneath her bunk, and Tiffany crawls into the alcove, leaving her clear vinyl croptop and low-rise slacks to continue to hang in her locker behind Babs. No Cam here; still, Tiffany will attempt to stay naked as much as possible, and to shed Garments for good. ¶ Babs leans forward and talks down to Tiffany. “Tell me what you learned about Robyn.” ¶ Tiffany stumbles. “Ma’am, I touched her up like one of Cleopatra’s Strippers, Ma’am. She’s very proud of her small buttonhole. And she thinks she needs shoulder straps.” ¶ Babs firms her jaw. “Robyn may have amnesia from last Term, but just because her histories appear erased and she wasn’t ‘officially’ a Cosmo Pledge doesn’t mean {I} don’t remember!” ¶ Tiffany reclines on her side and draws a single finger through her triangle of love, aligning it with her reclining position. “I don’t know enough about what went on here last Term to know if Robyn has any memories or not, but if you didn’t watch us live on the Cam, you can always watch the replay.” ¶ Tiffany shuffles and the side of her belly that’s all scra.tched up stings when the scratches contact the wood. She exhales. {A small price to pay to entertain my fans.} ¶ Babs rests an elbow on her desk and avoids looking at Tiffany’s scra.tched bellage “I remember Robyn,” she advances, “but Robyn doesn’t seem to remember me. Maybe I must accept that.” BB draws a finger to her cheek. “But precisely why she’s pledging again remains a mystery to me, since Pledge are supposed to either Opt Up or Opt Down.” ¶ “Selective amnesia, huh?” Tiffany says. “Maybe Robyn assumes she is exempt from Rules. I’m sure she has conveniently forgotten whatever factors annulled her last Term and enable her to repeat Pledging. Or maybe she was bra.inwashed or administered nepenthe.” ¶ “She Redacted herself or got Redacted,” BB concludes. ¶ “Robyn Redacted,” Tiffany sings. “I like that!” ¶ “And you’re not uneasy with the uncertainty?” grouses Boss Babe. ¶ “Maybe I should be, but what’s the story with her maillot?” Tiffany scra.tches a shallow scab on the front of her belly ¶ Babs knows. “Well, last Term was actually the first Term for both of us, or at least it was purported to be. Robyn had pledged at the very last minute, and the only available slot required that she pledge with only one Garment. So she enrolled wearing a bulky tank maillot, a swimsuit with straps that buttoned over her shoulders; it was fully lined, had lots of elastic and seams, and uplifted her rack. It showed cleavage, but the straps always allowed her to contain herself and preserve her freedom of movement. Retro, yet very becoming. She does have a great pair of rah-rahs, I’ll admit. Her legline arched up very gently from her receptaculum, and it made her legs look great. The bottom never crawled up her rump; it had a hem up the back, which separated her rear end into two halves.” ¶ “Sounds tasty,” Tiffany considers. ¶ Babs rolls her nose. “Robyn never knows when she’s got it good. She complained that the maillot contained this huge cutout hole in the middle. Which it did, like eight or ten inches across. So it opened a whole lot more real estate than was necessary for exposing her belly button.” Babs laughs. ¶ Tiffany resettles her naked body inside the lower alcove. {Ouch. I can feel the wood, and the scratches sting. My Karma. I failed to divulge that I knew Janet, but my fans got to watch me crawl through the prickly bushes. And they got to see me bathe, use the toilet, and make up Robyn. But after the scratches heal, then what?} ¶ BB continues the story. “Steph was the Monitor last Term—you’ll meet her soon enough, I suspect—and somehow Steph convinced Robyn that the size of her cutout hole presented her with an exposure problem. A big negative. The fact of the matter was that the very bottom of the cutout hole almost kissed her the top of her pussy hair. Her roughage. Almost, but never. Steph laughed at her about her navelage, and Robyn soon wanted to reduce its diameter.” ¶ “Silly Pledge,” Tiffany concurs. Her back itches. She reaches behind to scratch her tail trough. ¶ BB augments, “Robyn should have realized the positives about her swimsuit: its stiff foundation kept the buttonhole from moving around, and it contained and molded her figure. But no, Robyn assessed her condition differently. And it wasn’t all Steph, either; Robyn reduced herself.” ¶ “So what happened?” Tiffany probes, curious now. ¶ Babs brushes her long hair back. “I’m not quite sure how, but she used her wiles and steadfastly reduced the cutout hole diameter. Her first success came whe