“Welcome back.” Flins greeted you with one of his soft smiles, his usually tired yellow yes lighting up at your presence. It would’ve been sweet, had he not been wearing that… scandalous outfit.

You didn’t even know where to start. For one, he was wearing a tight black shirt with— is that a window to show off his chest? And he wore shorts that barely went past his hips and accentuated his curves. To top it off, he decided to pair the outfit with thigh highs. This man— this fae man— was going to kill you.

How did he even get his hands on the clothes?!

“I thought to try something new.” He shrugged like the clothes weren’t struggling to confine everything in. “And Varka told me this would… ah, what did he say?” He tilted his head, acting both innocent and mischievous, “He said it would please your eyes. I think I hit the mark.”