Jun 3, 2015
“Great. This claimed week starts? What if I’d rather not risk getting someone who’ll make this stay here even worse?”
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“Great. This claimed week starts? What if I’d rather not risk getting someone who’ll make this stay here even worse?”
"So is there, like, any kind of entertainment around here whatsoever?" Cameron sighed, having already flopped onto his bed in boredom. "I mean, aside from sex. My ass hurts."
Cameron didn’t think this was the kind of place to do parties, especially where slaves were welcome as well. He decided to go for something he’d suit, flipping his hair over before teasing the longer, layered side of his hair up and pinning the shorter side back. He was all punk, from the thigh-high platform boots (which he didn’t really need), the torn fishnets and tight leather shorts that hugged his ass nicely.
Cameron found a torn black tank that stopped just above his hips and layered and studded leather jacket over it, lining his eyes thickly with smudged black liner and painting his lips a dark purple.
You could never go wrong with a good 80′s punk look.
Back In Time
Thinking that the costume event might provide a bit of amusement for the evening, George decided to go with a greaser outfit. He put on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, tying them with a black belt with a large silver buckle, before putting on a black leather jacket with the collar flipped up. Working with a comb and plenty of wax, he slicked back his hair. Not the way he usually styled it, but it didn't look at all bad, he thought as he looked it the mirror, putting the comb in his pocket. He put on a large pair of sunglasses and a pair of motorcycle boots to complete the costume. Walking into the bar with a confident stride, he was curious to see what costumes the other residents would be wearing.
“Oh, darlin’... if you say something like that ever again, mommy’s going to spank you.”
“Hello, someone said there was someone who wanted me in a school girl outfit” she said pulling at the short plaid skirt. “Is this like a teacher student thing?” she asked with a smirk. Before innocently twirling her hair.
Shit -- sorry, I thought this was my room...