A familiar tailor helps a panda to choose the best looking garments.

She never really gave much thought into paying the Red Light District a visit. She merely decided one day that she was going to go in – to satisfy thought she had about the place. Were there really street-walkers? Were sex and drugs really the norm? Was it all fetish appeal and otherwise in that one area?

It was a bit of yes to everything, she found. Storefronts sex toys, accessories, and even a few shops dealing in specific lines of fashion-fetish wear. Others were cafes with a specific theme or motif in mind, with one hookah bar being seen along the way. It was a wondrous sight. People enjoyed one another’s company, others were being taken to dungeons, others to nearby hotels… and others were just in merriment with a mix of drugs, and other activities in side areas, somewhere she wasn’t keen on exploring.

Her bright eyes in the area, she soon discovered, did not go unnoticed. The odd crier and person who worked in the various shops began to entice her. Offerings of drugs, samples, a free first time purchase were among the things given. Of course, those of the underground clubs and dungeons took notice as well, toying with hints of her shyness with ideas of what they’d do to her.

She almost caved on several occasions, mainly in joining them in other forms of… merriment; behind closed doors, and perhaps in bondage. They did toy with her innermost fantasies blindly, and they did a good job of making her flustered. She would’ve eventually gave in had she not forced herself to move on. They almost roped her in – literally – but they left her hot and bothered, and in want.

With a mood striking her, with anything perhaps being the tipping point… it was fortuitous that a shopkeeper was the one who’d been bold to stop her. He looked like he was an Eastern Dragon, or perhaps a Kirin. She admittedly didn’t quite know, but the shopkeeper, who introduced himself as Suule, invited her in.

It was a quaint shop, having a theme of tight latex all around. Mannequins wearing the tightest and most exposing of outfits, staff wearing similar outfits (theirs being more modest), and Suule himself wearing something simple, yes distinguishing. She showed the panda along, already noting how interested she was becoming at the very sight of some of the outfits. They chatted, they walked, and she was introduced to a number of good people working inside.

When she finally felt at ease, and now genuinely interested due to the hospitality, Suule himself, and one of his staff, gave her an offer.

“Would you like to perhaps try something on?” They’d asked.

She was without hesitation, not sparing more than a second to think about it. They were gentle with her, allowing her to not get too wound up, nor too tense from their help in dressing her. A shiny black catsuit, zippered and tight around her form. Thigh boots, laced, and open-toed. They accompanied the near encasement and tightness she felt against her body. A corset, narrowing her waist, and compressing her bust just a little more within her confining catsuit. When they tied the final lace, making her gasp… she was guided to a mirror.

Suule was awaiting her.

“What do you think, Latch?” He asked slowly, smiling to her.

The panda twirled about in front of the mirror. She could see her fuzzy, light brown tail poking out. The glossy eyeliner they’d given her, as well as the perfect outline that the suit displayed, perfectly accentuating her every curve, and mild amount of tone. “I look wonderful,” was all she could muster.