Fate/nw/GetReady
From Create Your Own Story
Your blouse was pretty tight, forcing it to be partially unbuttoned. You wear it anyway since it's impossible for your breasts to slip out. And besides, no one could see your red nipples peek out.
You put on your favorite thong with the black laces and pull up your skirt
You slip on heels, feeling more devilish and naughty with each step.
You stare at yourself for a minute in the mirror. And you like it.
"I hear that strippers now make more than accountants," your mom says. "But this is ridiculous."
You roll your eyes before walking off. She stops you from leaving.
You look outside from the window. This cell is what's holding me back, you tell yourself, then look back to to your mother. "Why do you care so much about how I dress?"
"You're my daughter and I'll always take care of you."
She caringly puts her arm around you.
You:
