Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 12:38:20 GMT -8
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tahp murmured as she looked herself over in the large mirror that was placed to make the room look larger than it really was. She was covered in baubles and bangles and rings, even two tiara. Something was wrong, though. The outfit just didn't match the pomp.
Walking to the door that had to be a closet, Tahp pushed it open. With audible 'thunk' sounds, light after light after light began to illuminate a closet that went on for infinity. Piles of shoes, arranged artfully, were the first items she saw, but the hanging dresses further on pushed her forward, into the closet.
"All for you, madame," came a voice to her right.
"Whatever you need, name it, it's here," came another from the left.
Men, large muscular men, dressed only in silky trousers and black bowties, stood around her, waiting.
Tahp continued to relish the dream, for this was what it had to be. "Lingerie," she nodded.
"This way," one of them said, and he began to lead as she followed. The rest of the men followed in her wake.
At the sight of the multitudinous arrangement of intimate finery, Tahp squealed in delight, peeling off her clothing and reaching for a fuschia bit of fluffy organza. Everything was her size. After donning the negligee, she ran back to the pile of shoes, and slipped on a pair of sparkling, silver stilettos before hurrying back into the room to check herself in the large mirror.
Skidding to a stop, she frowned. Contessa? Mandy?
"It's all mine," she said possessively.
Tag Cadet Contessa Burke, Ensign Mandy Bergin
Walking to the door that had to be a closet, Tahp pushed it open. With audible 'thunk' sounds, light after light after light began to illuminate a closet that went on for infinity. Piles of shoes, arranged artfully, were the first items she saw, but the hanging dresses further on pushed her forward, into the closet.
"All for you, madame," came a voice to her right.
"Whatever you need, name it, it's here," came another from the left.
Men, large muscular men, dressed only in silky trousers and black bowties, stood around her, waiting.
Tahp continued to relish the dream, for this was what it had to be. "Lingerie," she nodded.
"This way," one of them said, and he began to lead as she followed. The rest of the men followed in her wake.
At the sight of the multitudinous arrangement of intimate finery, Tahp squealed in delight, peeling off her clothing and reaching for a fuschia bit of fluffy organza. Everything was her size. After donning the negligee, she ran back to the pile of shoes, and slipped on a pair of sparkling, silver stilettos before hurrying back into the room to check herself in the large mirror.
Skidding to a stop, she frowned. Contessa? Mandy?
"It's all mine," she said possessively.
Tag Cadet Contessa Burke, Ensign Mandy Bergin