Ballroom: Derek and Stiles
Stiles was humiliated. He was embarrassed. Mortified. Ashamed. Flustered. And turned on? Yes, Stiles was slightly turned on as he walked with his Master into the great big beautiful ballroom that was filled with people dressed in beautiful gowns and tuxes. Stiles matched them but at the same time he didn't. Stiles had been forced into a red riding hood corset, dress, and cape at Derek's pleasure. It wasn't an elegant ball gown like a lot of the women were wearing and it definitely wasn't a tux or suit like the guys were wearing. But Stiles was just a slave and Derek was able to get away with bending the rules because of that little fact. The teen did have a mask on to match his dress. Along with red frilly panties and a red butt plug snugged deep inside of him. Clearly Derek had been planning this for a while now.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you," Stiles said, whispering the words to Derek though there was no real heat behind them. No, Stiles was more embarrassed then angry and couldn't think of a better way to get that message across. His cheeks were flushed with blood and he couldn't look anyone in the eye because who would bring a crossed dress slave to a ball? Apparently Derek Hale did. "If you wanted to bring a girl you should have asked one."