You step back to examine your work.

You smile proudly — you’ve really outdone yourself this time. The fabric of your newly constructed dress shimmers in the light of the swelterstones outside, reflecting teal sparkles all over the plaster walls of your house. It drapes down to the ankles, with the back trailing along the floor. A slit runs up the side, sure to attract attention. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and sure to keep eyes on the person wearing it.

Speaking of, you really need to get this thing off of Starlo.

He stands tensely, a blush blooming across his cheeks. He keeps quiet through the embarrassment though — and it’s not like he had any right to complain. He’s the one who, (though unknowingly), took your dress mannequin out back for target practice. But you needed a new one, and quick, so he volunteered himself to be a temporary one. But your little assistant didn’t quite know what he was getting himself into.

After a few moments of silence, he slowly opens one eyes and hesitantly speaks up. “Are ya almost done? This thing is.. kinda tight.” Poor thing looks like he’s scared to breathe, not wanting to pop a stitch. Maybe you should finish this up soon. There’s only so long you can tease this monster before you start to feel bad.