Angeltits stood before the line of young women, her expression both stern and warm. "Girls, as you know, Daddy has sent us clear instructions," she began, her voice ringing with authority and excitement. "He wishes to preserve your purity in every way, but also expects certain... services." The girls listened intently, their eyes wide and curious. She motioned to the boxes in the center of the room, each filled with lacy bras and microskirts. "From this day forward, these will be your uniform. Tiny lacy Bras and microskirts, with no panties beneath. We are to lift our tops when Daddy approaches, so that he may enjoy our bras and cleavage." Whispers of surprise and anticipation rippled through the group. "I know some of you may be nervous, but remember, our duty is to please him in every way." As the girls began trying on their new attire, the room filled with giggles and soft chats. Blondie, with her long blonde hair cascading down her back, adjusted her microskirt nervously. "Is it true he's obsessed with breasts?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," Angeltits replied, her tone firm, "And we must embrace this. It is our honor and our joy." As the fire crackled in the hearth and the girls confessed to each other, it became clear that the new chapter of their lives had begun.