6. My muse wearing an outfit of your museâs choosing.
"Is there like, another piece to this? Iâm feeling a breeze back here."
His entire back was completely showing, all freckles and few beauty marks revealing themselves to the world. The curve of his back as he tried to cover it using his hands, but to no avail considering his hands werenât big enough to cover all his back. At least the front was completely covered. It was a really weird open back shirt, something Aiko had never even heard of with short sleeves.
And the jeans! More holes then a graveyard, and they were tight. How did Gabe breathe in these? Aiko would never know, considering he was scavenging and holding the oxygen he could stored away in his lungs.
He felt soâŚ.Open and vulnerable. âAm I even wearing this right?â
Aiko wasnât sure, but he definitely heard the clicking sound of a camera.
To Gabe say was fighting off a major nosebleed would have been an understatement. And yes he was snapping away, taking multiple pictures, because it's not everyday that you get a concubine to dress up in something scandalous. Okay, it could have been everyday if Gabe coerced one of his many concubines into an apron or something of the sort but let him have his moment, alright.Â
"Yup, yup." Click, click, click goes the camera. "You are wearing that very much correctly." Gabe walked around, taking quick pics of the back, before giving Akio a good smack on the rump. "Those jeans make your ass look quite bangable."
"I think I might make you wear this all the time~"