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."
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Date: 2016-10-09 08:16 pm (UTC)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."