sm_monthly July 20 theme
A short variation of a five-ways story, inspired by Little Black Dress the trope.
Title: Dress to the Occasion
Author: purplekitte
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Aino Minako--Little black dress
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime, Manga, PGSM
Rating: PG
“Whatever shall I wear?” Minako asked herself as she leafed through her closet. The hangers slid smoothly up and down the bar.
“The orange?” A strapless nylon clubbing number with matching fishnet tights.
Rei will complain all night I clash with her red and just throw a hissy-fit about being seen together.
“The blue?” An elegant but stylish dress that she could have worn at a good dinner party.
Artemis sheds on it and it sticks no matter how many sticky-brushes I use.
“The red?” A dashing, daring, low-cut spaghetti-strapped dress that invited ruby necklaces and drew the eye downward to the cleavage.
Will this make Alan look at me as an adult or will he think I’m trying too hard?
“The green?” Sophisticated, complicated, the dress had frills and ruffles and secrets in its many folds.
Yaten will know I’m not someone to be trifled with and not to be ignored.
“The white?” A simple, short-sleeved sundress with no pattern that, while not shapeless, didn’t even hug her figure.
I remember you, Kunzite. Do you remember who we once were?
“Are you ready?”
“Just a minute!” she called back.
She slipped the little slinky black dress off the rack and went to accessorize. Went with everything.
Title: Dress to the Occasion
Author: purplekitte
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Aino Minako--Little black dress
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime, Manga, PGSM
Rating: PG
“Whatever shall I wear?” Minako asked herself as she leafed through her closet. The hangers slid smoothly up and down the bar.
“The orange?” A strapless nylon clubbing number with matching fishnet tights.
Rei will complain all night I clash with her red and just throw a hissy-fit about being seen together.
“The blue?” An elegant but stylish dress that she could have worn at a good dinner party.
Artemis sheds on it and it sticks no matter how many sticky-brushes I use.
“The red?” A dashing, daring, low-cut spaghetti-strapped dress that invited ruby necklaces and drew the eye downward to the cleavage.
Will this make Alan look at me as an adult or will he think I’m trying too hard?
“The green?” Sophisticated, complicated, the dress had frills and ruffles and secrets in its many folds.
Yaten will know I’m not someone to be trifled with and not to be ignored.
“The white?” A simple, short-sleeved sundress with no pattern that, while not shapeless, didn’t even hug her figure.
I remember you, Kunzite. Do you remember who we once were?
“Are you ready?”
“Just a minute!” she called back.
She slipped the little slinky black dress off the rack and went to accessorize. Went with everything.