Mihawk was a fashion designer. And a high end one at that. He was the best of the best. Not even the cream of the crop would be able to compare to his expertise. He could do many things-- and fashion was just one of his strong suits. Mihawk always had a specific idea in his mind. He would always execute it flawlessly, and he would always be hailed as the supreme ruler of fashion design because of it. He was also very specific with models.

Like you. You were his favorite by far. Your body type was perfect for what kind of clothes he made.

During one of your sessions, Mihawk tightened a corset slightly, one of his big, warm hands resting on your hip.

"Is it too tight?"