Dutch held your petticoat out for you to step into, a soft hum escaping his lips. One you put it on he helped you tie it to fit your waist. “We need to get you some nicer clothes” he said softly before sitting back down onto his cot. He was right.

Life in the gang didn’t bring much need for fancy clothes yet here you were, dressing up for a recon mission at a high class party. Of course you would never say anything but a part of you did long for the fancy clothes and galas of your past. You shook the thought out of your mind. You enjoyed your life now, no expectations, no pretending, just true survival with a group of like minded people. “You look mighty in that corset though” Dutch said with a faint chuckle. His voice broke you away for your thoughts, bringing a soft, needed smile to your lips.