Ice Cream (anti)Social with Ellen
Kilrenko'd had a rough few weeks at the opera tonight. Her first rehearsal had nearly caused her to quit at one point... the second went much better. It was just the aftermath that had been a train wreck.
Then this week, the girls had all wanted to know all about the dinner the previous week.
The cyborg had been half-tempted to tell them her suspicion that Clayton was gay.
Finally, tonight, her order of a gallon tub of chocolate-brownie-fudge ice cream had come in. and she'd messaged Ellen to have a pity party.
"Door's open," she called to the knock on her door.
Most of the open space in Kil's room is taken up with racks and (doubled up) racks of very expensive haute couture clothing. Latex to leather to lycra, gauze and glitter. Every kind of material imaginable. Even amongst that crowd of fashion, one item stands out. The outfit she arrived in on her first day. Naked Shimmersilk TM. If it fit the cyborg any tighter it'd be behind her, and if it revealed any more, she wouldn't be wearing anything at all. Fabulously expensive, she loves it to bits, but never wears it in public.
Then this week, the girls had all wanted to know all about the dinner the previous week.
The cyborg had been half-tempted to tell them her suspicion that Clayton was gay.
Finally, tonight, her order of a gallon tub of chocolate-brownie-fudge ice cream had come in. and she'd messaged Ellen to have a pity party.
"Door's open," she called to the knock on her door.
Most of the open space in Kil's room is taken up with racks and (doubled up) racks of very expensive haute couture clothing. Latex to leather to lycra, gauze and glitter. Every kind of material imaginable. Even amongst that crowd of fashion, one item stands out. The outfit she arrived in on her first day. Naked Shimmersilk TM. If it fit the cyborg any tighter it'd be behind her, and if it revealed any more, she wouldn't be wearing anything at all. Fabulously expensive, she loves it to bits, but never wears it in public.