>You awkwardly stare at yourself blushing in your bedroom mirror as you strike a very simple pose you remember seeing somewhere
>These fishnet socks on your hooves look...you’re not sure if you’d personally think that they fit you very well, but they do make you look a little bit more erotic
>You are Daylily the bat pony, and you have dug out the box
>What started out as you looking through the various garments you had stashed away while taking note of some of their indecency has developed into you trying some on by yourself
>It is a weird feeling, looking at yourself and noticing how much you resemble those mares who look extremely indecent in those stallion magazines
>Well, you still look pretty vanilla compared to them...you probably could never look like that even if you tried
>You decide to prove it to yourself by digging out some make-up that you very rarely, if ever, wear
>The lipstick feels kind of nice as you spread in on your lips with the help of a smaller mirror attached to a make-up table, you bought it because it had compartments and it was super cheap, not that you needed or wanted one
>After applying it you return to the full body mirror and take a look at yourself
>Y-you look different now, less like yourself and more like some mare off of a naughty magazine
>There’s no way you could look like one of those mares, if you apply a bit more make-up you’ll just end up looking silly
>You return to the table and apply a bit of mascara, and then decide to even go and use some eye shadow
>You make sure to pick up a trashy color for it
>And after looking at your finished make-up you decide to ruffle your mane and get it as disheveled as possible just for the full course
>And as you return to the full body mirror you gasp slightly at yourself
>It...it doesn’t look goofy at all, it is actually making you look like a lewd mare
>But the expression on your face does not match the make-up so with a slight blush on your cheeks you decide to try making lewd faces with a lot of heavy bedroom eyes and teasing lip biting
>You feel a shudder go down your back as you do so, but it’s not an unpleasant one...
>But now you find that your body is looking very lonely with make-up on your face and socks on your hooves
>You did see a corset in the box, j-just maybe you’ll try it on because you’re interested to know if the socks look better when they have a corset accompanying them
>After a bit of struggling, it’s hard to put one on by yourself, you get the corset on and take another look at yourself
>You look more indecent than you did before, now it’s just plain lewd
>The corset feels tight against your chest and tummy, but it’s not unpleasant like you had thought it’d be
>in fact it feels kind of nice how it constricts and squeezes you a little and rubs against your coat with every movement you make...
>You wonder if putting on one of those tight fitting scanty panties would do the same but to the area they cover...
>You gulp and get to looking for the perfect panties to put on and soon you find black ones that go together with the corset nicely
>They are very exposing on the butt area and have a butterfly design on the back, s-so very indecent and yet you’re slipping them on, feeling giddy to feel them against your body...
>Now you take a look at yourself and suddenly feel very self conscious just how rowdy in the bedroom sense you look
>You look exactly like one of those mares on those magazines, scratch that you look better than some you have seen
>You suddenly feel the urge to try a whole lot more lewder poses in front of the mirror
>As you strike them, scandalously spreading your hooves, holding your tail so high it’d be illegal to do so in public, sitting and lying on the bed like this...
>If your picture was in one of those magazines doing this the stallions would start to touch themselves while thinking o-of doing all kinds of things to you
>With your heart beating fast you look over at the various objects again and pick up a few more
>Black lace eartuft covers and a black leather bridle
>You slip them on and then get back to posing even more scandalously and bravely
>You look so...erotic!
>You never knew you could make yourself look like this, or how it would make you feel so...excited!
>You put on a little private tease show to the mirror many stallions would pay to see
>Knowing that you look so good in these things is making you feel happy and confident, you always thought that if you slipped something like this on it’d just look silly and out of place but-
>Suddenly there’s the sound of somepony knocking on your door that makes you detach your hooves from your behind, put your tail and butt down and stop swaying your hips from side to side while aimed at the mirror you’re looking at over your shoulder while bedroom eying the living shit out of it 
>”Special delivery!”
>Oh no, that must be the thing you ordered, if you fail to receive the package now they’ll take it back and it’ll take another day for you to get it
>But you have no time to slip out of all of these garments, not to mention the trashy make-up on your face, maybe he’ll leave it at your front porch
>You make your way to the door and peek out through the eye hole, finding a stallion and a package behind your door
>The stallion turns around and is about to pick up the package so you quickly knock on your own door
“Wait, I’m here, you can just leave it on the porch!”
>”I can’t do that, I need you to sign this receive form”
>Crap
>You open the door just enough for your hoof to slip out
“Hand it over and I’ll sign it”
>The pony you’re watching through the hole gives an odd glance at your fishnet sock wearing hoof as you grab the receipt and then hand it back out after signing it
>”Have a nice night”
>You close the door and the pony takes off, now you have your item you ordered
>But...is it really safe to leave it standing on your front porch like that?
>This time of the night...it should be safe to just quickly grab it and come back in
>You quickly open up the door, step onto the porch and-
>Suddenly the porch gives out from under you as it all crumbles down
>After the surprise wears off you quickly use your wings to land safely next to the pile of rubble
>...suddenly you’re very aware of all the ponies staring at you
>A porch falling down is enough to draw attention on itself but you’re also wearing your bedroom clothes to boot
>You blush red while trying to hide your indecency somehow as mares cover the eyes of the stallions they’re with, some upset that they are staring at you
>A few ponies give you instant catcalls and some look crossed at you
>You even spot a few mares eyeing you up like the stallions do
>Quickly you fly back into your house to hide while feeling embarrassed