kanaya, strike a pose with your favourite outfit, will you, please?
Every Outfit Is My Favorite Until There Is A Sale At The Fabric Store
There Is Nothing More Exhilarating Than Ripping A Bolt Of Fabric From The Spindly Grasping Digits Of Some Waifish Fashion Disaster Who May Not Necessarily Deserve Such Callousness But Does Require A Firm Hand Preventing Them From Committing A Literal Actual Crime Since They Are Cruising The Clearance Rack Intending To Line The Nest Of Their Slavering Lusus With Reams Of Castoffs And With My Spoils Creating My New Favorite Fit
How Am I Supposed To Choose When Each Outfit Nay Each Nascent Wiggler Hatched From My Own Flesh And Blood That I Labor Over For Hours Whilst Bent Over My Sewing Machine Until My Back Creaks With Each Purposeful Arc Of The Shears And Needle And Bring To Glorious Pupation Upon The Dressform Until I Am Satisfied With Every Fold And Crease Ensures I Am The Most Fuckable Person At The Agricultural Laborers Bazaar











