You just asked for it, Elsa. Feliks pulls an unimpressed sort of face for a moment, his thought process incredibly transparent -- is she telling me what to do? Hell with that.
And then he smiles again, sweet as anything. "Oh, it's not? Wow, my bad. Let me fix that."
He snaps his fingers, for effect rather than from actually needing to at all, and all of a sudden he's wearing a crop-top under the open waistcoat, and a little pleather miniskirt that's only barely there at all. It's still blindingly teal.
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You just asked for it, Elsa. Feliks pulls an unimpressed sort of face for a moment, his thought process incredibly transparent -- is she telling me what to do? Hell with that.
And then he smiles again, sweet as anything. "Oh, it's not? Wow, my bad. Let me fix that."
He snaps his fingers, for effect rather than from actually needing to at all, and all of a sudden he's wearing a crop-top under the open waistcoat, and a little pleather miniskirt that's only barely there at all. It's still blindingly teal.
"There we go!"