Yesterday, 09:19 AM
DiP_158 - Wardrobe Warfare: The Unreturned Dress - 4K UHD Upscaled
The apartment was quiet. Evey had just walked in after a long night out, looking stunning in a brand-new outfit—a red dress, and thigh length stocking combination. But there was a problem. The outfit wasn't hers to wear. Her flatmate, Jess, was waiting on the sofa, her face a thundercloud of fury. This was Jess’s dress. And it hadn't even been worn yet.
The accusations started immediately. Jess tore into Evey with a torrent of insults, accusing her of stealing the dress, of assuming she could wear whatever she wanted, of ruining her surprise. She pointed out a long, jagged rip in the back of the garment. To add insult to injury. Evey felt the world start to close in as she lost control and could feel something bad about to go down...This had gone far too far. Jess was out of control, a red mist descended and the tirade had finally took it's toll. As the insults continued to pour out, Evey snapped. She decided that the best way to deal with the "bitch" was to turn off her voice entirely.
With swift, efficient malice, Evey turned on Jess, forcing the flatmate and a rag soaked in chloroform over her rival's face. The attack was fast, quick and effective. When the tide was turned, she found the perfect material to complete the project. Reaching for the black tape, Evey set to work ensuring Jess wouldn't be a problem for some time. As if she was a christmas decoration, the tape was wrapped in loops upon loops until the head was bound securely, with very little movement available. She’s been hogtied with that same tape that bound the mouth. The message was clear: there would be no more fashion shows in this apartment—unless Evey gave her permission.
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The apartment was quiet. Evey had just walked in after a long night out, looking stunning in a brand-new outfit—a red dress, and thigh length stocking combination. But there was a problem. The outfit wasn't hers to wear. Her flatmate, Jess, was waiting on the sofa, her face a thundercloud of fury. This was Jess’s dress. And it hadn't even been worn yet.
The accusations started immediately. Jess tore into Evey with a torrent of insults, accusing her of stealing the dress, of assuming she could wear whatever she wanted, of ruining her surprise. She pointed out a long, jagged rip in the back of the garment. To add insult to injury. Evey felt the world start to close in as she lost control and could feel something bad about to go down...This had gone far too far. Jess was out of control, a red mist descended and the tirade had finally took it's toll. As the insults continued to pour out, Evey snapped. She decided that the best way to deal with the "bitch" was to turn off her voice entirely.
With swift, efficient malice, Evey turned on Jess, forcing the flatmate and a rag soaked in chloroform over her rival's face. The attack was fast, quick and effective. When the tide was turned, she found the perfect material to complete the project. Reaching for the black tape, Evey set to work ensuring Jess wouldn't be a problem for some time. As if she was a christmas decoration, the tape was wrapped in loops upon loops until the head was bound securely, with very little movement available. She’s been hogtied with that same tape that bound the mouth. The message was clear: there would be no more fashion shows in this apartment—unless Evey gave her permission.
https://estore.surfnetcorp.com/store/damsels/