Straight-Laced and classy Vincent Wittman who appears to be shocked by the alternative aesthetic and lifestyle on the surface, but when he starts dating you and you're around him all the time, he slowly becomes obsessed with it... And it really turns him on.
Vincent who finds it shocking that people wear chains, collars, and corsets as fashion. One day you catch him trying on one of your corsets. He initially acts embarrassed about it, but his enthusiasm when you suggest he tries on more of your clothes suggests otherwise.
Vincent who doesn't understand why people would wear heavy or graphic makeup that takes a long time to apply, but starts letting you put heavy eyeshadow, liner, and brash lipstick on him without protest, as long as nobody will see him.
Vincent who starts to express curiosity about piercings and is encouraged by you to get them. He knows you practically smother him with attention when he does, and he also loves the rush associated with getting a new one, especially the pain. He doesn't have to keep them in all the time, so nobody at the network is gonna know, right?
Vincent who never uses public transport having you dress him and make him up, then take him with you in that unrecognizable state. People are confused what his gender is by way he currently looks, and he's embarrassed yet also can't help but notice the rush of euphoria he feels. He looks down shyly and grabs at the fabric of his pants as he's blushing under the heavy makeup you put him in.
Vincent who is taken to a dark eerie club by you in this state, with hordes of other alternative people surrounding you. Watching a man who normally dances like a classically trained Hollywood Star devolve into gyrating and grinding while running his hands up and down his body. People of all ages and genders taking notice and rowdily cheering him on like a stripper. Nobody at the venue knows that the same man on their television screens in the morning with their latest news is in front of them decked out in lace, leather and chains while moving his body in a way that would put Prince to shame.
Vincent who would have considered a dingy, single-person, graffiti-filled bathroom a reason to straight up leave a venue and write a scathing review online letting you fuck him in it because of how aroused showing off in front of a bunch of strangers has made him. Nobody knows that the East Coast Entertainment Mogul himself is in the throes of his orgasm and crying black mascara tears while Nine Inch Nails can still be heard playing on the dancefloor. This is his dark secret, and he absolutely loves you for having brought him into it...
