Cameron turned before the mirror, twisting this way and that. "No. Just no. I am not wearing this." He wasn't sure what was worse, the skin-tight tan leather pants or the matching jerkin that was little more than three leather panels held together with thin leather straps.
Sam smoothed non-existent wrinkles from her modest linen dress and leaned across to stage-whisper in Vala's ear. "I quite like it." She was checking out his ass, he could see her in the mirror.
"Me too." Vala was rubbing her hands with glee. "This is a great planet, we should come here often." She was practically bouncing.
"No, we really shouldn't." Daniel entered the room looking distinctly embarrassed. Teal'c came in behind him looking remarkably unperturbed; it was only the raised eyebrow that gave him away.
"Oh, we really should." Sam was still staring at his ass.
Cam gestured to the door and tried to shoo his team through. "Can we just get this over with?"
The aide who had shown them to the dressing rooms regarded them all with a smile. "Now you are properly attired, you may meet the Matriarch. Follow me please."
As they followed the aide down the corridor, Cam fell into step beside Sam. "I'm glad someone's enjoying this," he grumbled.
She grinned at him. "It's fant-ass-tic."