Amelia's Job part 3

Part 3 from the poll results! [link]

And a slip is technically lingerie.

Amelia is mine.

Amelia was shown to the rather spacious dressing room. A very large, plain slip hung next to the full body mirror. The soldier undid her hair and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt.

She looked into the mirror and realized how plain the slip looked. "How was this photoshoot worthy?" she asked herself.

She flattened the slip over her belly and tugged the sides of it. She tossed her jeans onto the same chair her shirt was on. She sighed a bit and fixed her bangs a bit. The alien came in and clapped her hands in joy. "Perfect! You're the right size for it! Just need to put on the lace and we got ourselves a model!"