Jinx can’t help the way her face scrunches when you step out of the bathroom in a tight-fitting, frilly, baby pink dress. Ruffles, lace, and bows decorating the fine fabric. She’s never had an overly-masculine dressing style herself, but, she just can’t see how you wear that stuff.

“I don’t see how you do it, sugar.” purrs your girlfriend, leaning sideways in the chair she was currently lounging in.

“Is it not.. I dunno’, itchy?” she asks, slit brow raised high as you step closer. Her hands immediately find purchase on your corset-clad waist, twitching fingertips feeling over the silky-soft material.

“Or uncomfortable? Constricting?? Anything..?”