<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JCoNFHJ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Jimenez<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Mess Hall<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion, Nerissa, Open<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her usual T-Shirt and jeans, and a bomber jacket. (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2F1houij-l-610x610-jacket-black-bomber-patch-women-summer-beauty-cool-black%2Bbomber.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwheretoget.it%2Flook%2F2277461&tbnid=M05SnUBK42DD-M&vet=10CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg..i&docid=C2N3n6H8A4jfiM&w=433&h=610&q=bomber%20jacket%20woman%20&client=firefox-b-1-d&ved=0CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<em>You're</em>cute, Foxxie," protested Lily as she submitted to the attendants fussing over her face. "I'm... well I'm me, and that's all that can be said about that." Lily shrugged. She wasn't unattractive, or at least she figured she wasn't. But she was more about mockingly, let's call it semi-mockingly, praising others' looks rather than tooting her own horn. She'd let whatever the professionals here could do and it would be enough to make her horndog-bait, she supposed. But she'd never be Neri-cute. Lily's form of cute was kind the kind of cute you got when you dressed up a python with a frilly bow - it wasn't going to fool anyone. Nerissa, on the other hand, could be dangerous when she wanted - look at how she just destroyed poor Albion - but she'd be perfectly adorable as she did it. Who else could get away with calling someone's butt huggable in pure daylight and get away with it? "Yeah, I suppose something short that shows a lot of leg is what the doctor ordered here." She wasn't quite so sanguine about the nails - that was playing with her calling. But Neri understood the problem with having them long, so Lily would have no problem with coloring them, "Black. Jet black. And nothing else."<br/><br/>"I'm a little surprised you're going long in the dress department though," the demented hacker continued through sips of champagne as her entourage broke out the black nail polish. "I'd have thought you'd go for something small and cute and frilly and nail-salon pink, with one strap off the shoulder and the other spaghetti-strap thin. I think that would just scream<em>Foxxie</em>, don't you, Snowball?" Lily squinted her eye and imagined something like that over Neri's body for easy viewing. Then she pictured what Neri planned to get for herself. "Yes, your idea's just the right balance of<em>Isn't She Sweet</em>and<em>Come Hither Horny Demon Spawn</em>, no offense Foxxie - you're perfectly delightful regardless of parentage, and besides, apples don't<em>have</em>to fall close to the tree. Take me for instance: my mom's a cop and somehow the poor woman managed to give birth to me. Nine months wasted there."<br/><br/>If she groaned for a second, it wasn't enough for anyone to hear it, she hoped. Being a disappointment could be such a burden sometimes. Well, she wasn't going to be a disappointment now. "So what's the verdict, Snowball? Would our beloved Nerissa set you drooling in long gray and sparkly, or the little number I had in mind? Be honest now..." Of course, Albion was going to have his own problems, with Nerissa already planning to dress him up like her own personal plaything. "You'd better get through this, though. Because let me tell you, after that, you gotta deal with me. And believe me,<em>just one date</em>is gonna be more Lily than you can handle, Snowball."<br/><br/>The grim work done, Lily got up and inspected herself. Not bad, she thought, given what they had to work with. Neri of course didn't need a lot of work herself, but they managed miracles with Albion. Enough for Lily to give an appreciative yet impish whistle. Turnabout is fair play. Put him in the dress and no one would even suspect he was a guy - until it was too late. She could have her laughs about that later. Turning back to the door, she waited as the store's personnel ran the company card through the machine to receive their recompense, and then led the way back outside. "Onward, fair ladies." Apparently Albion had earned his<em>fair lady</em>stripes in his latest travail, "the department store awaits."