A/n: That's the dress your wearing you can change it into any color you like. You had to wear a (h/c) wig by the way.
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Your pov.
" Do I really have to do this?" I said nervously as I looked at the dress lying on the bed.
" Yes. " said Sebastien with a monotone voice.
I slouched in annoyance since I'd have to wear a corset. And to this day I still haven't let it get near my skin. At the moment I was wearing my comfortable bra. One I can actually breath in.
" What's with the your face do you not like the dress I picked out? " he asked.
" No it's just the death trap." I said pointing at the corset.
" It's pronounced 'corset' and your acting as if you haven't worn it before." he joked slightly chuckling at what I called it.
" I have never warn it and I don't wish to wear it. It's only a matter of time before someone dies from the lack of oxygen." I said simply.
" I doubt any women has ever been killed by a corset. " he said boldly.
I raised an eyebrow at he's bold saying. " It's actually happened, they just haven't recorded the information cause they don't wanna cause an uproar." I said with my arms crossed.
" Really is that so?" he asked.
" Yep. " I said turning my back to him.
" Then if that's the case they must have tied it too tight. And if what you say is accurate then what have you been wearing this hole time? " he asked.
I froze in my tracks as I felt my cheeks turn bright red along with my skin getting warmer.
"That's for me to know. " I said turning my face to the other direction. I looked through my bag and noticed my gun placed under my shirts. I than noticed my taizzer between my jeans. I planed to take it with me when we went to the ball.
" *sigh* I'm not gonna enjoy this." I muttered under my breath as I gained enough confidence to actually look at the thing.
Time skip >>>
As I set with one leg over the other thinking about curses to use later since I did not at all feel comfortable due to the thing that was restricting my posture. I can't even breath properly. If I die from lack of oxygen I'm gonna fucking haunt Michaelis's demonic ass.
The wig I was wearing was perfectly placed. Curled at the end of it and just to enhance the look a little, madame Red applied some make up. But not too much since she said she liked my natural beauty to show. Which kinda made me smile a little. The taizzer was pinned to the strap of my heels. I wore some matching wrist gloves to go along with the dress.
I was mostly anxious since usually when rides were this long I would pass time and block the world out by listening to music. The song hostage by Billie Eilish was playing over and over in my head. It was actually helpful in calming my nerves at the moment.
I was finding it harder and harder to sit in one place for so long. My body began to figit by doing small stuff... Either my foot would twitch and my hands would fiddle. Little by little my energy began to build up in my system.
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Sudden Author note :
Sorry I forgot to mention a certain trait about you. You have a few mental traits. And no. There not lethal there just part of who the character is... Cause in a way... She resembles me quite a lot... Just a little calmer and composed. So the traits are :
