The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 11, Section 3, Kimju & Molly: Tiffany Prepares for Babs’ Inspection (Day 7) , Babs Greets Kimju & Molly: And Molly Begs Panty Doff ¶ But Babs, rustling in her Bedroom, does not follow Robyn and Steph into the Bathroom. Instead she turns and walks into the Bunkroom, where she must greet—and deal with—her two newest Pledge, Kimju and Molly. {Maybe Robyn hosed them down and slopped them in the Mudpit last night, but this is my first encounter.} ¶ The two exStrippers continue to stand spread surrender, sufficiently experienced to not take their eyes off their own visage in the Mirror, colored nipples and all. They see Babs enter behind them, but they must leave her a blur and focus their eyes upon their own bodies. Babs’ footsteps adequately audio-locate where she moves behind them. ¶ Both have settled themselves into a posture they may sustain for a while, and, as BB examines them, both sneak looks at Babs’ reflection when she is not looking. They see a tall, voluptuous, olive-skinned woman with a flat belly, two full breasts, and a bra that almost contains them. ¶ Babs walks around them, blocking their views of themselves in the Mirror, and checks their hair and faces, armpits (one overgrown with black hair), bare breasts, and button clearances above one panties and one thong. Plenty of inches. Babs returns behind them and inspects one buff kabedis uncompromised by a thong, and one panties with a moonshadow via wet see-through. ¶ “Welcome to the Cosmos House, Pledge,” Boss Babe begins. “I am Monitor Babs, Ma’am to you, so please make it easy for me. You already have your hands full with your Roommates, Robyn and Steph, so you don’t need to test me. You need to conduct yourself properly at all times, and stay on my side. Do you understand?” ¶ And Kimju and Molly reply in unison, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” ¶ “I don’t know why you have arrived topless,” BB admits, “that’s not my beg. But now that you’re here….” Babs trails off. {I know why you arrived topless. Gamers sent you here topless to haze me. Because they know I didn’t like being surrounded by topless—even nude—Pledge last Term. Even Tiffany gets to me.} ¶ Babs provides a stiff upper lip. “Now that you’re here: no bra, no halter, no bandeau, no vests, no… not even pasties. Don’t expect any such thing this Term! Word is you’ve arrived topless, you’re going to stay topless, and you’re going to leave topless. And if Gamers want you to expose your most intimate recesses, you’ll do that too.” ¶ BB leans over and assures herself that the Watering Can does indeed contain water and that Molly’s panties are indeed wet. Molly makes the mistake of straying her eyes to Babs’ uplifted bosom, BB’s deep cleavage, and her maroon {crescents} d’areolage. Boss Babe doesn’t miss anything and steps forward. ¶ “Do you wish to admire your Monitor or to admire yourself in the Mirror?” BB asks. Babs enjoys the confidence that comes because she has made her bra more secure than it was when she arrived. ¶ Ma’am,” Molly advances, unsure of herself, her eyes already returned to stare into herself. “I wish to obey your commands. Ma’am.” ¶ Boss Babe gathers one of Molly’s mamazulons into her hand and squeezes. “I bet you’re Molly, the hairy fat Stripper from last Term.” ¶ “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” Molly replies. ¶ “Were you admiring my bra because you want your own?” BB inquires. ¶ “Ma’am…” Molly stumbles, “oh, no. Ma’am, I forfeited my bra two turns ago!” ¶ BB snorts, “If anybody should be wearing a bra it is you. No doubt Gamers want to see you pack in those majonkers and heave ‘em forward in some underwired, cantilever-engineering marvel. Two pieces. You could Opt Up?” ¶ Molly finds the introduction confusing. She tries, “Ma’am, after I forfeited my bra I begged my panties off so I could be sure to go Strip, and during last Term I stayed naked. Always. 24x7. So these are new panties I’m wearing. Used panties, but new for me. You can take them, and I’ll Pledge naked. I {want} to be a Stripper next Term.” ¶ Babs steps forward and cradles Molly’s breasts, one across each palm. “I’d say you’re a bit bigger and more saggy than any other Cosmos here. And your own splotchy areolas are demonstratively the biggest around. Welcome to the Cosmos House, Pledge.” ¶ Molly watches her areolas bubble up in the Mirror. And she keeps her eyes ahead as Boss Babe moves to one side and slides the palm of her hand under Molly’s breast and allows it to be trapped between where it hangs down and where it would normally touch her chest. ¶ BB shuffles her palm up and down. “Tiffany says one of your acts at the Nugget involved dancing with these droopy mamazulons holding up rods underneath.” ¶ “Ah, Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” Molly stumbles. “Holding up all kinds of stuff. But rods especially.” Molly calibrates, “Rods of different weights and diameters.” ¶ Babs’ palm retreats, and Molly gathers focus. “Ma’am, I will dance topless, strip naked, and beg to