I haven't posted a story or even a story-related image in a long while, so here's one. Story-related, that is.
If you want the context (I'd love a poll on who really cares about my contexts), Daisy realizes that to stay in The Islands as an immigrant, she'll have to get a job. Her resemblance to her long lost and exiled "identical cousin" has still gone unnoticed by anyone that matters, but she's only been in the little touristy Carnopolis for a few days, and hasn't really set foot in the capital city, Carniville, yet. She gets a job working for Kimba Jones, who's running a secret password-only afterhours club in the basement of his disco, The Flukes. Kimba's gotten the reluctant and probationary approval of the notorious Circo Tulala (or Tribe of Clowns) who have their garish tentacles around almost all of the skin and narcotics trades in the archepelago Empire - but they haven't seen Daisy yet. (Still with me?) Anyway, Kimba and his sometime girlfriend Marine Biologist/Water Polo Player/Call Girl Randi Gatinho convince the young washashore that if she doesn't want to be sent back to Little Argentina or fed to sharks like her dead aunt, and won't turn tricks, she could at least make good tips as an eye-candy cocktail cocktease at their lurid late-night licentiousness.
Remarkably, or perhaps not due to her bloodline, she enjoys it more than she ever thought she would. On several levels....
There are some errors to this one and some oddities, but it's a story pic and not a pinup. I have tons more. Let me know in the comments if you want more (and possibly) better ones of Daisy in this outfit. Thanks!