Whips are overrated.
It was made mostly of leather, and pretty cool if you didn't know what it was actually supposed to be. Beneath the coat while she waited out the washing machine, it really wasn't that bad.
But that did not change the fact that Alice was doing her laundry dressed in what could only be described as...bondage gear.
The skirt was too short, the corset too tight, but her duster hid most of her exposed body from view. Nevertheless, as she stood leaning against the machine adjacent to the one whirring beside it, she kept having to shift, wincing uncomfortably as she pulled down the skirt. She'd decided, rather wisely she thought, not to wear the hat.
It had been a choice between this, a polka-dotted bathing costume, a prom dress, and something that for all the world looked like MC Hammer-style parachute pants. All the rest of her clothes were soaked through with snow, mud and dirt. She'd been unable, as yet, to find a place outdoors that was sheltered enough from the weather, and as a result, everything she owned was by now filthy. That had necessitated another visit to the compound, and another foray into the clothes box.
All in all, it could have been worse. She could've been forced to wear a Big Bird costume or something.
Fuck, but she never realized just how sweaty leather could get.
But that did not change the fact that Alice was doing her laundry dressed in what could only be described as...bondage gear.
The skirt was too short, the corset too tight, but her duster hid most of her exposed body from view. Nevertheless, as she stood leaning against the machine adjacent to the one whirring beside it, she kept having to shift, wincing uncomfortably as she pulled down the skirt. She'd decided, rather wisely she thought, not to wear the hat.
It had been a choice between this, a polka-dotted bathing costume, a prom dress, and something that for all the world looked like MC Hammer-style parachute pants. All the rest of her clothes were soaked through with snow, mud and dirt. She'd been unable, as yet, to find a place outdoors that was sheltered enough from the weather, and as a result, everything she owned was by now filthy. That had necessitated another visit to the compound, and another foray into the clothes box.
All in all, it could have been worse. She could've been forced to wear a Big Bird costume or something.
Fuck, but she never realized just how sweaty leather could get.