"How about a dress? Leather dress. Tight, but not corset tight. Depending on how you want to go, we can make it look like it's been painted on, or a more regular fit. Lee?" she called, turning to the door. "Is that leather dress back there?"
Lee emerged from the back, one side of his face covered in intricate glitter make up and smiled. "The 'fuck me' one? I can check."
Rhiannon chuckled. "They're putting make up on each other instead of working. Again."
Lee emerged, grinning unrepentantly with a slinky little black dress over his arm. "You know you want us to look good. Is this for you?" he asked, turning to look Ylva over appreciatively. He was a gay that took the opportunity to flirt unabashedly with both sexes. "Rawr."