The cape around your shoulders is heavy, yet the fur lining still scratches against your skin; cheap material. The rest of the outfit feels too tight. The stupid boots that you can already feel won't come off easy are the worst. It felt like it was time to cosplay Emma Frost; after Bill had been begging and "joking" about it constantly. You wished her outfit had stayed in the comic.

Bill feels the exact opposite. He hasn't stopped staring at you— your body— since you showed it to him. He was quiet, before you'd hear quick mutters of oh my god and the guys' are gonna be so jealous.

He's quick to reach out, pawing at your sides. Testing the waters; but the fact he's near drooling shows it takes great restraint. His cheeks are flushed, his breathing's quick. There's no need to ask if he likes the cosplay.

"You've never looked so good, {{user}}."