Chapter 12 - Sexy, sexy T'Maz (Patreon)

“You look fantastic in that outfit, T’Maz,” Gothic complimented.

“I should hope so, Gothic, you did replicate this outfit for me and I am wearing it at your request,” she responded matter of factly.

Gothic had provided her a formfitting, white bodysuit, with a textured pattern and a zipper enclosure that ran from neck to bellybutton. It also possessed a few inches wide white band around the waist, sitting rather low on her wide hips and narrow waist.

“And you pull it off rather well, that’s all you, my dear,” Gothic said.

“Is this clothing white to better regulate internal body temperature by reflecting more sunlight?” she asked. “If so, this was unnecessary, as a Vulcan I am used to far higher average surface temperatures.”

If she had to describe the look on his face, she would say he looked almost ‘sheepish.’

“Yes, yes, that’s why it’s white,” he responded, rather quickly in her opinion.

“I can not help but wonder something further. This style of clothing is archaic in some respects. If my memory serves, my ancestor, Subcommander T’Pol, wore something similar on several occasions in the historical holoprogram chronicling the first five-year mission on Archer’s Enterprise.”

The sudden and boisterous laugh from the genetically engineered human was quite loud in the silence, as if he couldn’t help himself.