Sangre winced and pulled back slightly.
"Dork!" She breathed, pulling him into a kiss.
Eventually, the ten minutes were up, and Sangre disappeared into the changing rooms to get fresh make up and clothes - if you could call them clothes.
She emerged - a little less reluctantly this time - pulling absentmindedly on the pantyhose. Her make up this time was fiery black and silver, smoking gray and elegant.
She pouted as Lucian neared her.
"I swear to God they're trying to put as little clothes on me as possible," she huffed, annoyed.
((Mah... okay... How long is not too long?
And here's the piccy!

))