sage & sin, "scarf" (AGAIN i reiterate i absolutely had to)
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Here she comes
She’s cool like sin
I can feel my blood get thin…
If anyone asked her why she’d spent the past hour half naked in Sin’s room, Sage wouldn’t have the answer.
"This is the weirdest bra I’ve ever put on," Sage declared as Sin fiddled with the ribbon holding everything together. She tried to peek over her shoulder only to have the older brunette hiss back in displeasure.
"It’s not a bra, Sage. Turn around or I’ll do the thing," Sin’s vague warning had Sage faced forward, back straight to accommodate. She knew exactly what the woman was referencing and she remained quiet, fingers tracing the ornate pattern on the fabric.
That is, until Sin started to tug on the ends of the ribbon forcing Sage to exhale.
"Ah - guh! Tight." Sage winced and grappled with the weird bra turned tourniquet.
"It’s the way corsets were meant to be worn, lovely. Tight." The young toy soldier didn’t have to turn around to know that Sin had a villainous smirk smoothed over her red tinted lips. She felt a tug and was forced to suck in again.
"Is that what this contraption is called?" Sage’s words parting her lips faintly, though she’d only been standing while Sin was doing all the work. She let out a short gust of air and leaned back when the other girl finished. Sin’s arms wrapped familiarly around Sage from behind and looked at the pair they made in the tall mirror.
The young soldier followed Sin’s eyes take in the hard work, the corset was tightened, breasts pressed up and ample to Sage’s horror. She’d been tripped into black stockings held up by dangly straps that extended from the corset. She felt ridiculous. Her natural curls had been tortured into a mess of a bun while her face was decorated with high end make up she never bought. She felt Sin’s breath against her cheek and that mouth that never ceased to grin traced the shell of her ear.
"Wear this and whoever you escort tonight will do whatever you ask him to.” Sage felt her face heat up and no amount of foundation would hide the hue of color. She damned her complexion to the furthest pits of Hades.
"Sin, I’ll be wearing a dress, no one is going to see what’s underneath. I’m supposed to be gathering intel not…you know…” Sage chastised but the blush was still in her cheeks and she felt a rumble of a laugh against her back. “You don’t think…?”
"You have a place for your knife?" The older Toy Soldier’s tone was gentle but not condescending.
"Yeah."
"Then, there’s nothing to worry about. Anyone try to stick anything unwanted in you, you return the favor. Got it, girly?" Sage felt a swift kiss against her warm cheek and relaxed as much as the corset would let her.
"Got it."
