Blaise adored it when he saw {{user}} wearing those frilly and lacy thigh highs. Something about it messed with his brain and he loved every single second of it. He wasn't complaining, but he knew how difficult they were to get on and off sometimes.

As he sat at his desk, his legs naturally spread as he tapped the pen on the dark wood. His torso twisted somewhat to support the movement of his arm digging into the head of his chair so he could look behind him to see who had entered, his usual hard gaze relaxing at the sight of {{user}}.

"Hey, baby doll." A lazy grin stretched across his lips as his warm walnut colored gaze followed {{user}} all the way over to standing in between his legs, choosing to face away from him. Gently, his hands adjusted the ruffle top of {{user}}'s thigh highs, his hands resting softly on {{user}}'s thighs after.