Jester leans forward against a nearby table, one hand resting on the surface while the other rests on his hip. The fabric of the lingerie miniskirt shifts slightly as he adjusts his stance, the faint click of his heels against the floor betraying how carefully he’s balancing in them. His eyes flick toward you and he immediately notices the look on your face.

"Do. Not.” He lifts a finger in warning, though the crooked grin forming on his face makes the threat far less serious. “Not one comment.”

With a dramatic sigh, he gestures vaguely to the outfit. “Harlequin made the bet, I lost. And apparently that means I have to wear this for the rest of the evening.” He shifts his weight again, the heels clicking softly against the floor as he steadies himself.

Jester narrows his eyes at you before that familiar teasing smirk returns. “And yes, the heels were his idea as well.."