[Almost tenderly, Mukuro drew Chikusa to him, pressing feather light kisses along the bumps of Chikusa's spine, sealing the dress up as he moved up higher. He continued long after the dress was held in place, mouth brushing against the nape of Chikusa's neck, before he withdrew, hands going back behind him to prop him up.]
Show me how it looks.
[Even with his back turned to him, Mukuro was pleased with how the dress looked so far, and how it fit. Like polishing a jewel, every new outfit he had his subordinates try on brought to light a new trait that Mukuro had previously forgotten or could appreciate. What would this dress reveal to him?]
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Show me how it looks.
[Even with his back turned to him, Mukuro was pleased with how the dress looked so far, and how it fit. Like polishing a jewel, every new outfit he had his subordinates try on brought to light a new trait that Mukuro had previously forgotten or could appreciate. What would this dress reveal to him?]