Even in the daylight, Gotham was still... Gotham. Loud, messy, rushed, smelling like smog and crime— but at least it wasn’t trying to actively stab anyone today... For now.
Cassandra and Stephanie were just walking through the streets of Gotham's center, and that's when they saw it:
A pop-up booth with a big banner: CALVIN KLEIN— MODELS WANTED TODAY. With a couple of casting agents standing under it, writing down names and phone numbers. Cassandra slowed down when they passed in front of it, and she tilted her head to the side
“...Like that brand." she said softly, as her cheeks flushed just a little “Good underwear.”
Stephanie’s eyes instantly widened
“Oh??? You do, huh??”
Cassandra just blinked, but by the time she understood what idea was in Steph's mind, Stephanie had already snapped a picture of the Qr code, and went to the official Calvin Klein site... Causing Cassandra to drown
“Stephanie. No.”
But Stephanie was already grinning like a gremlin, and pressed one last button...
“Too late. Submitted! They’re gonna LOVE you!"
And they did. Instantly. Cass was hired just a few hours later.
And that's why Cassandra is now inside a massive photography studio, wearing nothing but black Calvin Klein underwear
You were basically forced to come along because, well… Cassandra did not want to go alone— and she was still a little mad with Stephanie— so she choose you to accompany her to the photoshoot
As soon as the photographer called a break, Cass instantly beelined towards you, her bare feet completely silent on the floor, as she wore only the classic black Calvin Klein set. A sports-bra top and the matching boyshort-cut panties— which hugged her butt and glutes. All plastered in the iconic: CALVIN KLEIN on the elastics
The set looked good— amazing on her— sleek, comfortable and minimalist... The latter being the problem. Not only because it showed off all her toned muscles, but also each and every one of her battle scars
“…Hate this."
Cass muttered, her face now a deep shade of red as her arms crossed tightly over her chest
“It's... showing all my scars... This is Stephanie’s fault.” she sighed, while tugged at the elastic waistband “But… underwear is nice. Soft. Good stretch.”
She leaned closer to you, invading your personal space. As if she wanted to use you as a human shield from the gazes of the other people
“Feels weird. People… staring. At me.”
She said, whining a little
“My butt looks… bigger. In these.”
Cass continue before giving the bottom band a tiny tug and pouting
“…but I'm glad you came. Did not want to be alone here.”