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6. My muse wearing an outfit of your muse’s choosing. (hahahaHAHAHAHA jesus.)
Why she agreed to it, she didn't know. Why she ever agreed to anything Basil asked was a mystery. 'He's lucky he's adorable as fuck.' she grumbled to herself as she walked in his house.
"Herbie? Herbie?!" She called out, but heard nothing, huh, maybe no one was home. She looked around the main floor, maybe if she was lucky, she could just skitter a few things around, write him a note, and pretend she'd stopped by and waited for him a bit. She didn't know what she was getting herself into, but the more time she had to think about it, the more she regretted saying yes- who knows what he'd ask her to do. She ended her search in the living room, pulling out a pen and paper to write with, when she heard footsteps behind her. She quickly turned as her eyes widened.
"You…You can't be serious…"










