How should a proper princess of a planet perilously close to it's parent star protect her personage from the penetrating peeping of a professor of a perverted persuation? With as little as possible is the answer. Drew these months ago thinking "What would Dejah Thoris wear?" I just asked Christine
<strangefour> Remember anything about my designing the princess's outfit?
<Scout> Not really. Other than it was a very, VERY fine line between "too much boob" and "not enough boob."
<strangefour> I remember nipple covering was important. Trying to find the best way to cover them up just barely in a regally titillating way.
<strangefour> Oh and it was driving me maddening morose until I got the idea of metal discs tied in her hair to dangle down and occasionally fall out of the way. *wink* *nudge*
So the the jewelry in the hair concepts came out on top and once again the diaphanous open bosomed vest once again was left by the way side. Someday it will have it's revenge. A Princess of Venus
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