<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A large clothing store<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black shoulderless crop top, tight mauve miniskirt, black strappy heels... then, heavy black denim jacket, heavy black jeans, heeled boots with buckles, black peak cap, black fingerless gloves<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit, Amaya (m)<br/><br/>Natsuki had been feeling genuinely bad for taking advantage of Biscuit the way she had. Not for the fashion show torture – no, for<em>that</em>she was not the least bit apologetic, and in fact she was already plotting to ratchet up the pressure. What she felt bad for was having him cart her around during his free time. Surely he would have been happier just being left alone to mess with his bike.<br/><br/>But no, she felt his enthusiastic reply was honest, and it relieved her. She smiled back, and maybe even blushed at little, grateful for his company.<br/><br/>However, her shy, friendly smile became devilish once again the moment he invented pictures.<br/><br/><strong>“For Amaya?”</strong>she said, raising an eyebrow. She reached out a hand and patted his cheek gently, but deliberately sensually.<strong>“Are you sure the pictures wouldn’t be for <em>you</em>?”</strong>She struck a deliberately suggestive pose in her already provocative outfit for his viewing pleasure.<strong>“You can take pictures if you want, you know,”</strong>she cooed, teasingly.<strong>“I don’t mind.”</strong><br/><br/>And that was true. Normally she<em>would</em>have minded, very much. But then, normally she wouldn’t have been wearing such clothing at all. But it was<em>fun</em>to dress up and pose for Biscuit. And if he snapped a few pictures that he liked… well, there was no harm in that. If he enjoyed the pictures, it would be the least she could do for him.<br/><br/><strong>“Don’t worry about Amaya-chan,”</strong>Natsuki said, smiling wickedly, as she stepped alarmingly close to Biscuit, pressing her body up against his and placing a suggestive finger on his lips.<strong>“We’ll get something <em>especially</em> for her soon enough, I assure you.”</strong><br/><br/>Once again, she was enjoying tormenting him, but she was caught off guard by his pants suggestion. At first she thought he was only making the suggestion out of a desire to for prudish propriety. Maybe the tight miniskirts were too much for the poor boy to bear. But the<em>actual</em>reason he wanted he to try them on brought a blush to her cheeks, and an honestly shy and embarrassed smile.<br/><br/><strong>“So…,”</strong>she said, shyly avoiding his eyes.<strong>“So that means you <em>want</em> me to ride with you? We don’t… we don’t always have to go where <em>I</em> want to go… you know. You… you can just… you can just invite me along… any time… any time you just want a― a―… someone to… you know… go with. I mean,”</strong>she stammered quickly,<strong>“I’m not saying you <em>have</em> to invite me. Just… you know… if you want a friend… to ride with you… it’s okay to call me.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“A― anyway!”</strong>she said forcefully, to change the conversation. She grabbed the pants from him, and was just about to turn to enter the change room… when suddenly that devilish smile returned.<br/><br/>Instead of entering the change room with the jeans, Natsuki, with the assistance of the sales associate – who had clearly clued in to what Natsuki was doing to poor Biscuit, and was gleefully assisting (it probably didn’t hurt that Natsuki wasn’t merely buying an item or two, but was getting a full wardrobe) – went out to grab a few more items first. When she returned, she gave Biscuit that dangerous smile once more, and warned him:<strong>“<em>This</em> one you can’t take a picture of.”</strong><br/><br/>When she emerged from the change room again, she was wearing the jeans … but that wasn’t all. Along with the jeans, she wore a pair of heeled boots with heavy buckles on them, a pair of heavy-duty fingerless gloves. Most importantly she wore a heavy jacket and a peaked cap that both matched the jeans. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, looking for all the world like a member of a girl gang from a bad 1980s film. The loose, heavy jacket and pants added artificial bulk that helped make her look “tough”, and her naturally somewhat unruly hair and the mischievous glimmer in her eyes were perfect for the look.<br/><br/><strong>“Well?”</strong>she asked, somewhat teasingly.<strong>“What do you think?”</strong><br/><br/>But before he could answer, she casually unfolded her arms from around her chest, and moved them to put her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>And as she did, her thumbs naturally brushed the sides of the jacket, and forced it to open slightly.<br/><br/>Which, as the jacket opened, it revealed…<em>she wasn’t wearing anything underneath</em>.<br/><br/>There was a clean, unbroken strip of Natsuki’s creamy smooth flesh, right from her chin down to the waistband of the jeans, revealing her bare navel, and absolute cleavage.<br/><br/>She stood there like that, feet slightly apart, hands on her hips, smiling wickedly at him,<em>challenging</em>him to comment.