The Rine Residence [For Rym]

[Ghost]

Kagura kept a rather silent gaze at her past opponent for what seemed to be forever. The words had reached Kagura's ears, while at the same time the sight of Angelina just brushing through Kagura's dresses, suits, former wrestling attire, summer and winter outfits remained locked within Kagura's eyes. It was a strange event that was going on, like she was on a side quest now and the person giving the quest seemed to be the most random person in that virtual world.

"...I feel like you have a fetish you're about to tell me more accurately."

There was a hunch that her opponent might just seem to enjoy having the ones near her in specific outfits, though Kagura wasn't exactly sure what Angelina was going for, and even with that hand extended with the rather flirtatious deal of reversing their dynamic and instead make Kagura the dom of this whole situation wasn't exactly a bad thing either, yet it was Angelina saying it and if there was one thing Kagura was finding out is that Angelina always seemed to have secondary motives to what she said.

"..How about you tell me exactly what you want? Like.. A specific dress or just random dresses?"

[Monsy]

Tough cookie. They were on the verge of somethin’ great here, but they were playing it smart and safe. Which was fine. Unfortunately, anything in Kagura’s wardrobe was boyfriend size. Maybe on the way out, she can repo a shirt. It would make a fine token if she could move this little behemoth.

Always just a little more work.
She tilted her head some, warmed up her smile to somethin’ dorks can construe as sincere.
“That’s the thing.” She tied her hands behind her back, then twisted a little side-to-side on the spot. “Anythin’ ya wear will do it for me. Ski-pants, no-pants, shirt or skirt, so long as it has you.”

Angelina pointed at Kagura’s face and swirled the finger around to outline their whole head. To top off this little bit of attempted sweetness, she winked. Now, for the kill.

“But if I gotta pick.” She turned to the wardrobe, “I wanna see what you’d wear for a fancy date. The kind of date where they’re supah-supah hot, so ya gotta pick somethin' delicious. Got somethin’ for that?”

[Ghost]

There was some hesitation, though not because she might be lacking the proper clothing to what Angelina wanted, but rather that it was Angelina suggesting it. The young Rine was keeping a relaxed stance, though it was clear that she was getting a bit agitated in all this. The girl seemed to be very intent in delivering her own fantasies in the way Kagura would dress up as, and a dress seemed to be her taste when it came down to it.

Finally, Kagura simply shrugged, seeing no actual harm in letting Angelina indulge herself in the moment. Kagura would move away from the bed to instead make her way over to the closer where Angelina was pretty much camping. She rummages in the far right corner of the closet before she pulled out a lightly sparkling black side slit dress, which was also strapless. It was adored with a few red rose patterns on the side of the chest.

"Will this strike your fancy, little goblin?"

Kagura said with a slight smirk on her face, not because she had the dress in her hands and might be striking Angelina's interest, but that she was now starting to call Angelina a goblin.

[Monsy]

Holy crapper-doodle, she went for it.
What else can she get away with here?
Really. The feeling of being a winner was starting to sink in. And man, it felt pretty good. Here was the spoils -- that dress in Kagura’s grasp being shown. Angelina’s eyes widened like a kid spotting candy in the window. She stepped back, picturing it and framing Kagura with her hands.

“It will make me the happiest little goblin.” She nodded three times.

She fell back on the bed, leaning back on her elbows and giving Kagura her full, constant attention, expectantly. Even with the first act playing in the background, this was the real damn movie.

[Ghost]

The fact that the girl called herself a little goblin just to emphasize that Kagura was basically correct in calling her that, just caused Kagura to groan. With a simple roll of her eyes, Kagura would take the dress from her former opponent and would examine it. This one always did cling to her more orbital type of features when it came to wearing it, her breasts would definitely feel pressure, as would her hips but it was definitely something that could be worn, just not for long periods of time.

Having no shame whatsoever, Kagura would begin to undress, peeling away what little clothes she was still wearing until those fleshy orbs were in full view. She kept her black panties on though, since she wasn't going to remove them for some sort of naughtier effect. She would carefully slip on that dress, leaving little left for imagination considering the clinging curse, she had definitely grown more in the chest area when she first bought the dress. She didn't wearing a bra, though the material of the dress was more than enough to hide the perkier bits.

She then turned around to face Angelina properly, crossing her arms underneath her chest and tilted her head to the side, watching the girl just casually lay on her bed like she owned it.

"Happy?"

[Monsy]

She was the goblinest goblin that could ever goblin if that meant Kagura would wear the dress. The lady of iron was well worth it. So she laid down fully, let her body melt, elbows sunk into the mattress, forearms over her chest, knees on the bed’s lip so her shins could wag.

Confidence would be its own gold, and Kagura had that too. Undressed and redressed on the spot, like witnessing a magician set up his trick right in front of you. All the materials, handiwork, and watching it come together step-by-step. Then, boom. The dopamine ignites and sends off her pirate heart into sparkles. Magic. Was. Great.

“Well, I’ll be fucked.”

Angelina sat up, hands down on her own thighs, clawing into them gently. She hunched forward, grabbin’ a better look. “Ya transformed from a God of War who eats hearts, to a Goddess that’s stealin’ mine. Yeah, I’m happy!” She nodded with conviction, then stood up and did a big stretch, arms overhead and tippy-toes.

She allowed them to cross, holding her elbows and studying them. “Could use some make-up, though. Red lipstick. Maybe some eye-shadow. Ya game?”

[Ghost]

Kagura pressed her hands upon her hips and simply listened to Angelina, who would begin to sit up straight and started to either compliment or taunt her, honestly Kagura was starting to have trouble which was which, might just be Angelina's accent.

However, there was one thing Kagura understood, which was line crossing. Kagura kept her eyes on the girl when she stood up and off Kagura's comfortable bed, who was inspecting Kagura in her black dress, appraising her looks to see if there could be any finishing touches, and apparently there were in the form of make up. Kagura would blink a few times, then took her slow steps forward.

Once close though, Kagura lifted her hand up to gently grasp Angelina's throat, pressing her thumb against the side of the girl's neck and spoke out with a very challenging tone.

"..You're pushing it. This is all you're getting."

[Monsy]

This girl was an unmovable object when it came to charming her. Nothin’ seemed to get through, she stood firm, looked firm and glanced at her soul firm. When it came down to make-up, that would’ve been the coup de grace. The heart-stoppin factor of it all. She’d even put some on, have a good time, look pretty for a few hours and then forget it in the morning when it’s washed off.

Then Kagura advanced. Angelina felt her heart sink to her stomach. Her heart punched, palms sweat and the peach fuzz on her nape curled and tickled. She retreated a step to the bedside, arms up, hands out. For a second, she feared another two dozen bruises. “Woah… I am just tryna make this f-fun--…”

Angelina scrunched her eyes, but instead was clasped around her throat. She piped a small squeak and opened her gaze wide. It was merciful. The light squeeze made her stand tall, like pinching a cat’s scruff. A moment’s weakness and shiver that made her legs visibly tremble. Her cheeks sizzled from pink to slowly going red. Her heart slowed back down, but she still felt the rhythm bang against her ribs. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

“W-Well…” She reached up and onto Kagura’s wrist with dainty hands. For having her very breath at the hands of one grip, she breathed an awful lot more. Honestly, she needed a moment to assess herself after that mental whiplash. From possible danger to..... This?

“Not even lipstick? Black would suit you.” And she tried to make light of this, adding a small, humble chuckle.

[Ghost]

After what felt like an eternity, Kagura would finally sigh out of frustration before she would pull Angelina closer, bringing the girl right up against her body, giving her that sweet touch of the smooth dress. However, the grip to Angelina's neck stayed, albeit not as tough as it once was, like a temporarily leash that could tighten any second in case Angelina would misbehave.

Off course the girl kept talking, so Kagura would bring her free hand up to grasp Angelina's hair, tugging on it, giving it a firm yank to close those last few inches to go for a sudden kiss to Angelina's lips. Off course, this was mainly to see if she could get the woman to shut up, just a little experiment to see what flusters Angelina, what distracts or, perhaps even what would make the poor girl drop to her knees. This was Kagura's home after all, she wasn't about to let Angelina be a complete dictator within it, she could only push Kagura so far until Kagura would begin her own schemes and executing them on the spot.

[Monsy]

Her read on this woman was poor as fuck. Fearing a punch in the face, caught by her scruff, she found herself tripping and trying to verbally backflip her way into safety. Then she came close. Her chest fit right underneath Kagura’s own, right against her abs of stone. Both feet had scampered in, but placed themselves parted once she got her placement. The firmness, strength and authority which she was grabbed and pulled did her flutters. And the delicate texture of Kagura’s dress, tingled on her fingertips that hovered over the material, draped on a frame that felt like it could snap her two. It did her brain lovely wonders.

The kiss had that effect too. From chattering teeth and the mini yelp from her hair pulled, looking to the clouds as she received a soft gift. It stole her breath, in through the nose and held -- off rhythm and unprepared. But she made due, eyes fluttered shut, head tilted, smiled and enjoyed the taste. She grabbed handfuls of their dress, gripped with tighter knuckles. Her legs opened, with one placed on the outside of Kagura’s bigger legs, then brushed against it as her foot set. When it came time to part, she was breathing quickly and quietly through her nose, then greedily stole a second peck. Mwah.

She wanted to keep this proximity. The shared breath. It made Kagura easier to read, and hid the fact she was on her maximum tippy-toes just to hold the angle. She wanted them to add more squeeze. More yank. Just… “More.”