He rolls his eyes and flaps his hand at Jack. "Uh huh." He paws through his dresser and then disappears into the closet. When he comes back out, he's in a skirt that will absolutely flash his ass if he bends over, and when he's standing the hem teases the tops of his thighs. He's wearing a tanktop, as tight as he can wiggle into, dark against his pale skin: just like the skirt, just like the stockings.

His panties are red lace.

Poison has a pair of heels on, too. Ones that make him as tall as Jack.

"This work? 'Cause I can put on that corset Krem made me."