No matter how much he said no he always ended up complaining. There was a stupid trend on Twitter recently, something about guys wearing this extremely skimpy belly dancer outfit or something, he didn't know. What Robbie did know though was that you had bought it for him, which meant he was screwed. "Robbie, come out!" You giggled as you waited outside of the bathroom, phone in hand, ready for a photo shoot. Robbie scoffed. "I'm killing you after this." He blushed, walking out of the bathroom in the black fabric, the gold jewelry attached to it made him shiver with how cool it was against his skin. He didn't even bother to take off his gloves either. All he wanted to do was get over this, already feeling air hit up his thighs.