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DGM Dressing Room Kink Meme!

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Daisya sighed what he honestly hoped was a long-suffering sigh. He didn't want to let himself think of what other emotion he could be feeling, having been literally roped (more like handcuffed, if he was being honest) into Kanda and Miranda's latest competition. "This is ridiculous."

"Shut up." Kanda glared as she spoke, carefully tying back her long hair and twisting it up in a loose bun to keep it out of the way. "Don't complain."

"You couldn't let someone else judge?" He asked, still only exasperated. He wondered dimly how long that would last.

"You're the only one we can trust to be impartial." Miranda now, poking her head around a folding screen the room had seen fit to provide. Or maybe the two of them had set the whole place up, who knew. He had to wonder what the odds were of finding a stage with proper lighting and stripper poles pre-installed, in a place like this.

...Probably fairly good, now that he thought about it.

Not that thinking was very high on his list of things to do when Miranda walked out from behind the screen, giving Kanda the chance to change. She was wearing something that looked straight out of the beer gardens in Munich, provided the dress code included skirts shorter than Lenalee's and necklines more plunging than... Well, he couldn't really think of a proper analogy. He was too busy trying not to oogle her.

"Don't either of you have a sense of dignity?" He demanded, screwing his eyes shut. His face was already horribly red, he could feel it.

"Tch," Kanda snorted, striding out from behind the screen in what could have been a kimono, once. Before it lost at least 85 percent of its fabric to leave room for leg and cleavage, perhaps. "I've worn less for photoshoots."

"That's no excuse!" Daisya chanced cracking open an eye and immediately regretted it; seeing the two of them so scantily clad and standing so close was really eating away at what brain cells he had left.

"Whatever, stop your whining. You're not leaving until we're done." The look on Kanda's face made it clear she meant business. He groaned and shut his eyes again, only to be smacked upside the head. "And you have to watch, or we won't let you go even when we are done."

"Right..." There was less enthusiasm in his voice than he felt, trying to reconcile the conflicting factors this contest was forcing into his head. Namely, that Kanda and Miranda were incredibly hot. And they were both his close friends. He wasn't sure if they wanted him to be a detached gentleman, or to wolf-whistle his approval. Maybe both? He wasn't sure which one he should do, himself.

They certainly didn't give him much time to decide. The music blared to life and they took to the stage, close enough that he could watch them simultaneously but far enough apart that they wouldn't interfere with one another by mistake or even intentionally, or at least not without seriously going out of their way.