Thread: How to be a Good Girlfriend {darkest_fate&Takashi}

That felt a little like a mother patting their child's head for drawing a rather shaky sketch. Still, the half-compliment did make Emma feel rather good, and perhaps a little ashamed at protesting at all. She again found herself tucking more hair behind an ear. At the mention of the outfits, Emma rose, thinking that she should look fairly soon. She hesitated as Luciana continued three, with one a clear favorite. Was that another test? Or was the outfit going to be something so outrageous that Emma daren't wear it at all? While Emma considered, her question hung in the air. Again Luciana gave her an almost too honest answer, with several layers of compliments hidden behind each explanation. Swept away, almost kissed, and an admission that Luciana found her attractive beyond even the job. The actress almost asked if Luciana weren't essentially being paid for that, but she could see the realization in those chocolate eyes Luciana hadn't meant to be that honest. The thought had Emma stunned for a few seconds, looking at the attractive Latina. There was something else there, if Emma were to guess. Perhaps she finds me sexually attractive? fluttered through her mind. Maybe Emma should tease a little? She looked to the room, considering for a moment. Right, if you just wait a moment, Emma said, I'll try to be fairly quick at changing. I do have practice, she paused for a moment, again considering Luciana. I'm certain the choice will be quite difficult. A quick nod, and Emma entered. She saw the three outfits. The blouse and skirt looked almost too professional, something Emma would've worn to an interview of some kind. She noted the well selected hosiery laid beside it, running her fingers over it with approval. Clearly this would be considered a safe choice, and not proper. The blue dress appealed rather strongly blue looked good on Emma, and it struck her as being more freeing than a more buttoned down appearance. When she held it up to the mirror, however, she noted the rather modest hemline. So that left... Oh my, said Emma, noting the red dress. It bordered on scandalous. Emma had worn red before, and with her hair twisted up or properly curled and some brilliant lipstick she knew she could make it pop. A quick check showed that it would come up to mid-thigh, and that, were Emma to choose the stockings, they likely would have showed. Additionally, the plunging neckline would make wearing her rather conservative bra an impossibility. I think this answers my question, Emma murmured. She quickly divested herself of her own clothing, carefully laying the flannel and denim to the side. Her boy-short panties and matching bra were far better suited to the causal wear, but Emma didn't exactly see alternatives laid out. So she, with some reluctance, divested herself of the bra and prayed the panties would somehow work. Stockings rolled up, and Emma soon found herself squeezing into a dress that felt nearly a size too small. Quick hands twisted her hair up, forming a purposefully sloppy updo with a few strands hanging down. Emma adjusted it, nodded, and smoothed the fabric out. It took some work to zip up, but she was fairly certain it would be worth it. Emma knelt, picked up the low-slung heels laid near the blue dress, and rose smoothly. She headed back into the room, smiling. Sorry about the delay, your choice is rather snug, she smoothed the fabric, then held up the heels. Did you want me to wear these? I didn't see any laid out near the red... she trailed off, licked her lips, then offered a slightly teasing smile. You also neglected to lay out appropriate lingerie, so unless you expected me to go au natural, I'd say that counts as a bit of oversight from our perfect trainer.