Re: Dance Floor
The costume was ridiculous, even if it was well within what E could get away with at a school dance. It was overtly sexual, without showing a lot of skin; that being it's one redeeming quality. Meru had helped him perfect the spell which kept his junk in one still sizeable, if contained bulge, and it had been one of those moments that E had known right away he would just have to forget for his own emotional well being. At least it was having the desired effect. He was feeling very much over sexualized, just as most women did at Halloween. The walk down the halls to the Greak Hall had been a thing in itself.
As he stepped into the Hall, E was met by various catcalls and he found his cheeks going pink, under the thin dusting of rouge they had been given. His nipples had been given the same treatment, making them pinker than usual under the sheer fabric of his top. It was already driving him crazy, feeling them rub up against the material. He had either had too much liquid courage before heading down or not enough.
"Grantaire!" he said happily, as he found his friend. He only took two or three swaying steps toward the other boy, before R covered the rest of the distance. He was good in heels, but even the most practised girl had to take her time. E's perfectly groomed brows knit together, as he was offered R's jacket and he lightly pushed it back.
"You look dashing, mon coeur," he smiled, licking his bottom lip and tasting the cherry gloss he had put on just a few minutes before.