times like this where i really wish i knew how to write. I used to.
anyways. currently imaging perry trying to fit lohen in the jester outfit she made for him. but he keeps messing with her. and when it came down to the corset he kept pissing her off so she just. puts her foot right above his ass and pulls the strings tighter until he's suffocating.
also imaging perry seeing the finished outfit and lohen's like "well, how do i look?" and all perry can think about is how much she wants to mark up the exposed areas of his thighs and slip her hands underneath his shorts and corset.
the thigh highs. the snatched corset. the shorts. they're all driving her insane. she immediately regrets ever putting this outfit into existence and onto him because she's literally fucking dizzy looking at him. her attempt at a straight face can only go so far when her cheeks were practically as red as her eyes.
"take it off."
"desperate to get me out of my clothes already?"
"not- not like that!"
perewyn had to physically bite her glove to restrain herself from ripping the outfit off herself. because that would make it seem like she was way too eager to have it off him. and she wasn't going to give lohen the opportunity to tease her about it. (she knows he still would. the stupid fucking smirk on his lips when he saw her current state made her want to strangle him.)
besides, she still needed to make adjustments and additions to the outfit. it definitely wasn't because she doesn't want lohen walking out with that outfit on because she was pretty sure if he did she would just die. perewyn wasn't a jealous person, but the thought of someone seeing him in this outfit made her want to skin the bones of anyone who would lay eyes on him, herself included, probably.
