Dress Up Meme

[sassybird]

Rules:

♢ Post a top level with the character name and canon

♢ Reply to others, with your character dressing them up for whatever reason. Scenarios are available if you can't think up one yourself.

♢ ???

♢ Profit

Scenarios:

1 ♢ Bet - Congrats, you've lost a bet, and that means letting the other person dress you up. Fingers crossed that they're merciful.

2 ♢ Kink - That's right. Whether uniform, costume, or very liberal ideas of what constitutes an outfit and not 'public indecency', you've convinced this poor sod into letting you play dress up with them.

3 ♢ Incognito - This time, it's all work. Really. That's your excuse, and you're sticking to it.

4 ♢ Halloween - Whether you're actually trick or treating or you're just attending some sort of costume party, you're the one in charge of costumes tonight.


Need ideas for clothings? Yes, here.

Comments

[riveres]

[Meanness is almost comforting to him, it's what he's used to. (It doesn't shock him like actually admiring her with not one trace of malice in him. It's... alien to him, like flirting and most clothing that isn't dark colored.)

He might be busy aggressively not looking at her but he does seek peeks every once in a while. Oscar is disgusted at how beautiful she looks. Also at the stray thoughts he has that wants nothing more than to slide his fingertips down the flawless line of her back... no, no, that is awful.]

Yeah, but that means about as much a bucket of tap water in the ocean. You get them all the time.

[At the leather question, warmth comes over his face.]

Why not? You wear it sometimes when riding your bike.

[Granted some of the outfits look more suited for bdsm dunegons or at least pretty kinky mansion parties.]

[sexpot]

There are things worth more than others because they're rare.

[She admired herself in the reflection of the window, not missing the blush that spread across Oscar's face, laughing at what sounded dangerously close to petulant defensiveness.]

There's a difference between that and some of those.

[riveres]

[It is, it totally is petulant defensiveness because feelings other than hate and disgust for her are confusing as hell to him.]

What are you trying to say?

[sexpot]

I'm saying you might have some interesting desires.

[She let her hair fall back down, turning back to face Oscar fully, one hand on her hip. Then, voice a low purr:]

Do you want me to try one on?

[riveres]

[It's hidden, but there's a brief twinge of something within him when she mentions that. Fear? Disgust? Shame? All at the same time? This was a bad idea... then there's that voice fills him more with dread.]

No. Just ignore them.

[The last time he acted on his disgusting desires, he was nearly destroyed and left in worse shape before he tried. Never again.]

[sexpot]

[That look was one of someone who had suffered through trauma, and while Fujiko wasn't nice enough to help, she was at least kind enough not to wound him any further. For now. She tucked that information away for later, the heels getting in the way of her quick changing efforts so she kicked them off for now. She went to sit on a nearby couch, pulling out a cigarette and offering Oscar one from the carton.]

Choose the next one.

[riveres]

[Most of these wounds aren't even new, they're deep, almost borderline infected and they just keep getting worse with every traumatizing thing he experiences.

Oscar takes a deep breath. You're merely a pathetic amusement to this woman. She's not going to destroy you unless you give her a good reason.

He focuses on the clothes before him, going through them.]