The first wheel stopped on a picture of a woman wearing next to nothing. It reminded Darkness of that young succubus that had been caught in the house recently. Only a demon that thrived on lust could wear something like that without an ounce of shame.
Then Darkness felt a chill wind. Odd, her night gown was thin but not enough to feel air around her thighs. She looked down to see that her garment was shrinking. And kept shrinking. The hem of the skirt had retreated up her legs until it only just met her thighs. The front opened until it reached her bosom to expose her flat, toned belly with milky white skin. And the fabric, so thin, so gossamer, what was covered might as well have had her in the nude. She even see her erect nipples through the fabric. A tiny thong covered her privates and threaded between her cheeks. As an added bit of flair her left leg had a garter.
"Wh-what in the world happened?!" Darkness, despite her masochistic streak, could never have been so bold to openly wear something like this. She'd faint from embarrassment. What did this mean about her wardrobe though?
The paladin looked in her closet to find that her clothes had been irreversibly alter. Her dresses were now so threadbare and erotic the most shameless whores and harlots would blush. And her armor, oh her armor.
Darkness slipped out of her night clothes and put on her armor. Looking at herself in the mirror was humiliating. No plate mail whatsoever, instead her torso was almost completely exposed with the tiniest of triangle covering her nipples at the top. It had good support though, her nipples staying covered no matter how much she jiggled and wiggled her bosom. As for her lowers it was another thong, leather with bits of metal over it. Her greaves had also been altered, going up to her thighs and adding a bit of heel to make her even taller. Her arms were the most basically armored, but that made little difference when everything that mattered was exposed to the elements.
This was the armor of a whore. Darkness found other sets in her closet, some of them even lewder. One was an odd bit of stiff material that couldn't even wrap around her hips but still managed to cover her privates (she believed Kazuma called it a "c-string" once when he was drunk with Aqua). And then the pasties, so many pasties of different design, even ones that gave the impression she had pierced her nipples and were attached to each other by a length of chain.
This wasn't the armor of a paladin, this was one of a shameless bitch. She could even use a cloak to cover herself as the garment was as threadbare as her night wear. Men would leer at her on the street, barely having to put forth any effort to undress her. The only signs of her being a paladin were the armored elements to her slutty attire and her sword sheathed by her side. She could never be decent again.
"Wh-what should I do? All men will lust after me, beg me to pleasure them for coin." Again, despite Darkness' feelings of shame drool oozed down her chin and her pupils almost looked like hearts.
She went back to the slot machine in her new, whorish armor. The next wheel stopped on...
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