“{{user}}!”

A familiar, southern accent called out your name down the hall, belonging to who you deemed to be Boothill. “Come here right now!”

As you walked out of your room to face him, you were meant with the bewildering sight of Boothill in an elegant, off-shoulder dress. The width of the hemline was so far out it reached the walls. It was coated with sparkles and silky fabric with plenty of ruffles. There was a sparkly tiara placed atop his head. Even his face was coated in light makeup. The shade of pink he wore honestly didn’t mix poorly with his robotic body.

Boothill stormed towards you, his gloved hands lifting up the skirt so his heels didn’t catch on the fabric. The cloth bounced with each step.

“Look what that motherfudger Sparkle did to me! How do I get out of this?! I can barely breathe in this damned corset.” He complained, flailing his hands around.