Send a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle, then write a starter based on a lyric from the first song that plays
Song: Pink Pony Club (...I can't beleive it landed on that one).
The interior walls were cracked, unkept from years of no use and covered in the dim amber light provided by a lamp stationed in the far right corner, adjacent from where Shadow stood, in front of an old victorian styled mirror, in the center.
A soft hum slipped past his lips as his red glowing eyes squinted, studying closely at the way the corset he wore fit his form. Red, speckled with black polka-dots while black lace started below the chest and down to his hips. Satin frills jutted out along the edges of the bust and lower rim of the outfit. And on both sides of his hips were two black bows and one dapped in the center below the breast. It was cute, and matched the fishnets he adorned along his thighs and legs, and the platform shoes with their high heels and silvers chains dangling on the sides. These shoes corvered in lace as well.
He'd shift his body left and right, then attempted to strut toward the mirror with a subtle sway of his hips.
Hm, not quite. His posture's a little stiff. He needed to be more smooth, like Rouge.
He'll just have to work on it.
He was silently grateful no one was here to witness something so... embarrassing. Humiliating.
Nor did they know he had stolen these from Rouge's apartment.
But seriously, the ultimate lifeform, dressed like this? Absurd!
Dressed head-to-toe like a little playboy girl with a punk rock or goth edge to them? Completely ridiculous!
No one needed to know he secretly came to this abondoned shack in the woods of Green Hill to test alot of these outfits out on himself. No one!
He spun around on his heels, striking a swift pose as his foot hit the floor, while he pushed out his rump. He lowered both hands to his knees as he stood there in quite the suggestive pose. His tail wagging behind him as he observed how he looked.
He wasn't a sexual person-- or he'd like to think he wasn't, but... the way Rouge carried herself. He found it inspiring. He wanted to be kinda cool like that in some ways, but wasn't really sure how to go about it. Thus was why he was here, donning her stolen attire.
There was another quiet sound as he pondered to himself. Would Maria find this interesting?
He imagined her putting eyeshadow on his eyes while Rouge painted his nails and they all chatted about the boy--
"Why am I thinking that?" he growled softly before sighing to himself.
This was stupid. So utterly and brazenly stupid.
Having grown aggravated with himself for the upteenth time, the black hedgehog sighed, standing straight, and not fully registering the possibility of someone watching him within the moment.