>>2217207“And it is not an issue, Aria. Simple hair-dye will fix it; I am also fairly confident in my ability to brew something that can permanently fix it,” Medea noticed my uneasy expression, even got a little offended. “It will be nothing like my other attempts; changing color of the production of melanin is trivially simple, I can assure you,” she tried to ease me, but didn’t quite dispel all my worries.
While I was still pondering upon the risk of letting Medea fix the problem herself, or just wait how white the hair could get – it was not like it wasn’t obvious I wasn’t fully human already, anyway –, the game resumed and with it the cheering and boisterousness of the uncontrollable mob of spectators.
The girl Natty was facing, Diane, got a return ace scored against her.
“Take it all off!”
“Get naked! Get naked!”
“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, Diane; get those titties out!”
“Natty, please take off Diane’s shirt and panties,” Jill ordered her in a neutral voice, the kind of thing you would hear out a flight attendant explaining security measures.
Natty slowly made her way into the opposing side of the field, around the net. She quietly apologized to Diane; who turned around and lifted her hands without any sort of resistance. She didn’t even look that embarrassed. That is not to say Diane wasn’t ashamed, the girl was positively mortified, but it wasn’t the reaction you would expect form a someone her age having to be stripped completely naked in public.
