"A skilled investigator I might be in a rational society," I said as she fitted the lace bodice to my slim waist. She flared the long, silk and satin skirts about my legs, marking off the proper length of the dress that I was chosen to wear. All the girls would be brides in the finale. "But this is a society of man-crazed, sexually starved, young women. Rohan is absolutely right that the education of young women has to change."
Eloise laughed. "You have a dance tonight, I see on the schedule," she said, lifting my dress and putting new garters, frilly and edged in light blue ruffles about my stockings, just below the suspenders of my garter belt. Just the touch of her soft hand sent strange thrills through me, reminding me that I was a woman. I was a woman, and so other women could touch my soft skin and I should feel nothing odd about it. I couldn't help it. I felt such touches intensely and I loved them. I didn't need both garters and a garter belt but it was a tradition of the bridal auction that a woman surrender her garters to her husband's coterie of groomsmen and friends.