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"You look spectacular...the blue greys set off your horns..." He gestures toward Flaim's horns. "But you also look as though you're afraid of what you're wearing..." He steps forward to put his hands on the demons hips, adjusting the cloth slightly to make it fit more correctly. "It's not much different than your blanket...and it's only cloth. Dominate it..." He encourages. "Consider it an frame for that inncredible tortured innocense..."

"Does your blanket make you feel awkward?" He inquires, reaching to size Flaim half gently and whirl him to face a mirror in the corner. "Take a look at yourself...and then imagine every desperate flash of lust you have the potential to awaken, and everyone that will undress you with their eyes, because what they -can't- see will torture them maybe even more than what they can...look at yourself. All that tortured innosence and beauty..." He purrs.

"You look edible, I could serve you up on a plate." He chuckles. "Like a very rich and elegant desert. Anyway...it's just for as long as you want." He points out, pulling the pins from his hair again and putting them on the floor of the wardrobe. "I'm going to change, since we're dressing to the nines...care to help me choose?"

"A private fashion show just for you, hm?" He smiles at this, glancing over his shoulder at Flaim as he rifles through the cabinet. "Well...lets start simple...traditional or modern?" He asks, fingering different fabrics and peices of clothing.

"Traditional...hum....." He considers, fingering over several outfits, before resting his hand on an dark red bit of cloth and pulling it free, revealing that the intense silk is embroidered in gold dragons down either side. Longer than the open top he handed to you, an black sash or belt is draped over the hanger under the top, and has an all but invisible semi abstract pattern that could be mountains in the right light.
"A good start perhaps?" He inquires, taking down an pair of pants to go with them, less flared than your hakimas, but with a similar cut.

"So we would..." Shen agreed, grinning at this, as he hang the clothing over the doors of the wardrobe so he can change, a process made a little longer by the need to unwrap the lengths of electrical tape that cling to his torso and fishnet shirt. "You look stunning, maybe I should tell you to keep the outfit..." he notes, grinning. "Even if you only wear it once in a while..."

"Don't worry about it then..." he comforts, starting to dress again, cynching the elaborate sash around his middle in a complex binding thathe performs with the slow knowing patience of someone who's done it just often enough for it to become rote. "It was only an offer. You jump too much." He laughs, strolling over to sit beside you on the bed. "Are you sure you're not secretly the Rabbit?"

"Mmm. What do you think it makes me?" He smiles, draping an arm over Flaim as the demon rests his head on his shoulder.