#shiroi

absolutely UwU

They wouldn't really wear puffy dresses, or dresses in general 🤔 but they would rock a mini skirt from time to time

HEHEHEHE SHIROI

[Masterlist] - there are also the OCs described in much detail

Trope: Rain/Snowstorm OCs: Shiroi, Adam (Vermillion canon) CW: slavery, enviromental whump, restraints, freezing, (partial) non-con nudity (chest)

Blue Rose

"How could you have forgotten that lady Dira hates lilies?!" she dragged him out by the color as soon as the guests moved from the dining room to the ballroom. "I've told you tens of times, you useless bum! Why have I ever given you the task of decorating the room?!"

He wanted to answer that she always tells him to do that, because of delicate hands and ability to manipulate the smallest and most delicate things precisely, but he knew the questions were rhethorical. He was able to guess so due to the bitegag in his mouth. She was just shouting to let him know the punishment is coming. The louder Lady Shiroi was, the worst day was ahead of him. And she was very loud.

Soon they were past the the corridor, right through the front door and her statue-like leg kicked him outside. He was immidiately met with a chilly evening, light of the day being slowly drowned out and muted with dark clouds pouring rain and some miniscule hail. She's not kicking him out of the house, right? That would be such a blessing!

Shiroi already have a different task for Adam in mind. Until he fell asleep each day, she always had some. For him and her other slaves. "You'll be welcoming the guests!" she said with an ugly smile. He nodded in response. "Great, give me you tie!" He quickly untied the black piece of garment and handed it to her, feeling as his butler tuxedo she made him wear today is slowly getting drenched in cold precipitation. It might have been cold sweat, too.

There was a large, brass door knocker on the floor door. She absolutely treated it as a hook, swiftly tying both his hands and his collar to it. At first he thought she might even be joking, she was first to beat him, kick him, but not tying him to a spot. But as he was standing there, his black wavy hair fashioned by the cold water flowing down his face, his arms uncomfortably crossed behind his head, she ripped his white shirt open. He looked with longing eyes as a shiny button disappears within the grass in the garden, rolling away. Then Shiroi took out her blue lipstick from her pocket and in large letter wrote across his chest 'WELCOME'.

"There, NOW we're talking! Marvellous decoration, Adam, just devine! NOW MOVE!" she pushed by him and closed the door with a bang, making him lose his balance and scrawling to straighten up for a while.

Adam didn't remember any guests missing from the invitation list. Adam also didn't remember that one of the ladies hated white lillies, but they looked so nice in arragments with his Mistress signature blue roses. He thought she will appreciate. She didn't. And now, with all the guests already dancing and drinking inside, in warmth, there was little chance anybody, including the other slaves, who were busy serving drinks, would find him soon.