It's not proper. I'm not a common whore who can wear a dress without a corset…-a and how do you have my--never mind…

…-Tomorrow. But I'm not letting the men see me in it.

…… *And she's hiding her red cheeks in her hands.*

//I have to gO IT'S THE FINAL FIGHT

//BROTHER…-I WILL MAKE THIS OUR FINAL BATTLE. I WILL SET YOU FREE.

*Scarlet huffed, having a mini stare-down with the dress on her bed--ugh. /Fine/. She would slowly strip and put it on.*

//Leg, not the time.

Hold on, I'm getting this--ugh, dammit… *She hasn't worn a dress in ages, it feels so…-weird. The loose white fabric flowing around her -

//Yep. But at the same time, not really. It's a weird cramp.

//It's more like an ache…

I might slap you anyway…-it fits too damn well to be an estimate of my size…

I wouldn't believe you… *Scarlet mumbled, taking a step towards him. Her foot caught on the skirts however, and she let out a very -

*And the redhead puffed up her cheeks, giving him a mild glare as her cheeks flushed.* I swear you planned this all…

*Scarlet let out a huff, her cheeks growing even redder.* Oh, just put me down, Sun…

*And Scarlet folded her arms across her chest, looking anywhere but at him.* I can't walk in it, I'm not…-it's been years since I wore a -

//Fuck you. But I have over a thousand dollars in my back account.

//Even though I'm a minor. :-)

//I'm too tired to formulate a decent response for that-.

//I have no idea how to respond-. Gah-.

//Slow replies. I'm playing another game. :-)