girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

I'm not entirely sure? Definitely not formal.

It's dinner.

Someone you want to impress?

Someone that I like. Yeah.

Come on up. 80-A. Door's unlocked.

[and when Caitlin gets there, she'll have to come find her friend. Felicity is buried in a large closet and a couple of dresses have been laid out on her giant bed.]

Hey.

[ her whole way through the building, caitlin's keeping an eye out for anyone looking to stop her for being unescorted. it may not have happened the last time, but there's no telling if it would happen this time.

but, she's through felicity's door safely. ] Felicity?

[ she makes her way back to her friend's room. ]

Now that is a bed.

[if she's ever caught anywhere she isn't supposed to be, she can name drop Felicity. always.

stepping out of her closet with another two dresses, Felicity looks over the large bed. it's like a California King plus some and she takes a deep breath before nodding once at the dress already on display.]

It definitely has it's, um. Perks? [She holds out a dress, then another. She has a feeling that the first is too formal, the second a bit too flashy, but she lays them across the bottom of the bed anyway. ]

I have a couple more that I think you might like. Ezio has a thing for red, but I'm pretty sure-- [She disappears back into the closet, reemerging a moment later:] I knew I had something that'd look great on you, if red wasn't your thing.

[ caitlin wants to move into felicity's closet right now, please and thank you. don't get her wrong, she's grateful that she has work clothes for both jobs and others for her very brief amounts of downtime, but she very much misses her wardrobe at home.

she's looking over the other two dresses when her friend comes back. ] That is... I think that's perfect.

[ it's a color she would absolutely pick out for herself. simple, but elegant. ] It's something I would have bought for myself, if I was, y'know, allowed to do that without having to get permission.

[felicity has a ~~husband~~ boyfriend that sends her things he wants to see her in and she obliges that so very willingly because the sex is amazing. it's quite a partnership, no one has feelings, why are we talking about feelings? on top of the wardrobe she builds for herself, ezio ensures that most of what's red in felicity's collection comes from him.

but the dress caitlin chooses is perfect.]

If you ever want to go shopping? Let me know. I can always get out of work and if it's just that you need permission for something, you are free to drop my name for clothes, food, moving around the Up. Don't hesitate, okay?

[this place is truly awful.]

I may have to take you up on that. [ not that she's making future plans. it's just one date and one that she wasn't even really expecting. caitlin typically makes sure she's prepared, but it's more a 'being realistic' thing rather than being hopeful. she's still ignoring the idea of the quota and the fact that it might be better for her to become comfortable with a few people instead of just winging it. ]

The shopping thing, I mean. There's still some people who won't deal with an unescorted Submissive, despite the fact that permission is supposed to be enough.

[ it's more the high-end places, places that she probably shouldn't bother with, not until she saves up more money. but something something about dying hard. ]

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Supposed to be. I just.

[She makes a 'grr' sound and a face to go with it before sighing.] I'm sorry, Caitlin. It's awful here. It's good to find someone who'll help and let you just. [She waves a hand.] Do things. I know you know Ray. Palmer? He's here, he's one of my submissives. The other is a guy named Eli... [She trails off as she realizes she's going to have to talk to Eli about Caitlin.] Not all contracts are sexual and ours isn't. He just does his own thing. Says he's going to pay me back, but I put it aside so he gets it back if something happens to me.

How are you doing for money?

[ caitlin can feel that frustration. it's visceral, running down to her bones. part of her wants things to be easy, to just contract with someone to make this all a bit more bearable. but when has she ever chosen the easy path? especially when it's something like this, something that goes against the very fiber of her being. ]

I'm okay. The clinic pays well, the bar pays okay and the tips help. Money isn't an issue right now.

[ right now. because that could always change at a moment's notice. ]

[Money isn't an issue, but she knows what it's like when you're not allowed to buy things without permission or wander freely without permission.

It's an impulse, but she nods at her friend.]

I think you should keep the dress. It's gonna look much better on you than it ever did on me.

What?

[ she’d been rubbing the fabric of the skirt between her thumb and forefinger, testing it. feeling the weight and flexibility, trying to imagine how it would hang on her once she gets it on. the statement gives her pause, the material slipping from her grasp. ]

Felicity. I... I can’t take your dress.

Of course you can.

[it's not like she didn't have another dozen dresses in the closet for every occasion, plus she'd seen the way Caitlin's eyes had lit up when she'd seen it. the color really was perfect for her and it was something that she knew her friend would get use out of. it was definitely time to part with the dress and Caitlin was the perfect person to gift it to.

excited and feeling good about her decision now that she'd made it, she bounced a little on the balls of her feet.]

I think it'll look good on the floor of his room.

[yeah, she follows it with a wink.]

[ she sputters at the remark, turning a suitable shade of red to the tips of her ears. little did felicity know just how close she and steve had come to skipping the dinner or pretense of a date back in the caves. they'd both been hit with... something there, and both had held on to their last ounce of self-control to keep from going further than they did. ]

It's not like that. He's... [ her face lights up, though now it's less the blushing and more... something deeper. ] He's a gentleman. And not in the fakely chivalrous doing-it-just-so-women-appreciate-him way.

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