Imai signals something to no-one in particular as she leads you by the shoulder towards a large white….something.You have no context to describe it to yourself.It seems to be some sort of display, with small items sitting on shelves and a few dresses on animated (ok...that’s kind of weird) mannequins on rotating somethings.you're not sure if their heads move and watch you.Imai leads you around the front of it, towards a side, and you see that it’s a small step surrounded by….oh. fuck. mirrors.Imai gestures towards the platform and invites you forward and says, “Please step forward so I may begin final tailoring. Stand as you normally do.”You whine internally as you step forward.At least your posture, even at rest, is good. Mostly.Imai puts her palm on your back and pulls against your shoulder with her other and and says, “No slouching please, Michelle-san.”You sigh and straighten up and try to avoid making eye contact with yourself or, in general, looking at your back or shoulders or legs or arms all presented to you without censor.You look mostly at your feet.At least the duck footedness was beaten out of you quickly. It still feels better to slump.the last thing you need is people looking at you.Wendy breaks your discussion with yourself as she asks, “Can you wear heels, Michelle?”“No.”“Oh...well. That’s too bad, because you do now.”You begin protesting but Imai has her hands back on your shoulders, keeping you from moving.she’s stronger than you thought.She goes back to work, picking, plucking, and checking the fabric of the dress and how it lies on your body.not favorably, you assume.>Spaghetti harder>Awkward silence>Open your mouth>Other
>>34140236>Open your mouthNo spaghetti while having to stand still.
>>34140236>Awkward silenceWe've made Wendy almost have a pleasant time, let's not ruin it...yet.
>Whoops! I keep forgetting this damn thingYou are Michelle St. Claire, and today is.You’re wearing a dress. Your arms feel cold.Liquid: 42588.90Income: ~2200/wk + bonusesExpenses: 5500/mo leaseCaptive money: 10k security depositTwitter: https://twitter.com/WetworkIdols @WetworkIdolsArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Wetwork%20Idols%20Quest
>>34140236>Open your mouthWe gotta try.
>>34140236>Open your mouth>>34140353 yes>Close it again
>>34140364So I said I'd make a post about the rape thing last week.So, conclusively and definitely, Michelle was not raped. From the very first thread (wetwork idols #1)>You only got discharged because that bullshit doctor who had a vendetta against you because you fucked his husband - uh, hello, there wasn’t a ring and he came onto YOU. How the fuck were you supposed to know he was married and, oh right, gay as fuck? That boner sure wasn't lying.Consensual, but pretty clearly abusive and exploitative. If you're unclear or have questions then now's the time.
>>34140454I can't parse this. A gay dude came onto Michelle? For what purpose?
>>34140454Am I getting this right; The gay doctor's husband came onto Michelle in a abusive and exploitative way?
>>34140482Evidently he wasn't that gay, or michelle looks like a bloke?
Army field doctor in triage camp [wherever Michelle was (Kandahar or Helmand, probably)] is gay married. His hubby is clearly not as gay as everyone thinks, since he takes the time lay pipe like he's building a transnational oil pipeline.He finds out, realizes Michelle is the one who he cheated on with, and in an act of fairly petty rage/jealousy files her discharge as a medical necessity.this was a bunch of months ago, so I'm trying to work backwards from what I said to try to figure out what I meant.
>>34140546Honestly at this point the concept of Michelle as sexually active feels almost as creepy as her being raped. I mean, presumably she was a pretty different person back then, but still. The problem of spaghetti at every turn.
>>34140482>>34140546Thought I linked those, guess I didn't.>>34140516Husband wanted cheap, easy vagina and it doesn't get much cheaper or easier than an orphaned 17 year old PFC.>>34140536Your call, but Michelle is probably pretty homely. Put her in patrol gear and if you can't see her face I doubt you could tell.
>>34140599> Husband wanted cheap, easy vagina and it doesn't get much cheaper or easier than an orphaned 17 year old PFC.Yo, that's pretty creepy
>>34140659That's life in the army, and the sad part is the "fiction," I'm writing isn't really fiction at all - there's plenty of documented (and even more unreported) sexual abuse across all branches of the United States armed forces, not just the Army. The Air Force is pretty bad.Anyways now I think we've replaced one upsetting thing with another, the spirit of the quest has been achieved and it's time to start writing the next post.
>>34140236there’s a long drawn out high pitched tone in your head as you decide what to do as you experience brief moments of uncomfortableness as Imai’s pins enter the fabric of the dress and your skin.she doesn’t apologize.you’re still not sure what to say if you should but that decision is already made because your mouth is moving but you’re lucky because no sound is coming out yet but it’s really obvious that you’re trying or about to because Wendy and Imai can see your face from every possible angle there is in the reflections of all these mirrors and you can’t help but look up.ugh. you wish you didn’t.“Spit it out, dipshit.”Umm...you didn’t really have anything to say.time to improvise.“Are you sure I have to wear heels?”“Yes. Any other stupid questions?”>Yes, …>No>Maybe?>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34141086>Yes, …>Uh, I mean, it's not stupid. Just, how do I learn to, walk in them?
>>34141086>NoWe can ask later.
>>34141132That is stupid...
>>34141390I am with you on silence>captcha : michel spollst> indeed
going to start writing in about ten.
>>34141086“Yes...maybe….No. Definitely no. I can ask later…”“Whatever.”Imai is busy for another minute working with the hem of the dress and marking it with a white...something, and then announces to you, “Very well, Michelle-san, you may step down now. I’ve finished marking the alterations. Will you be needing another dress?”Reflexively you look over and down towards Wendy, who nods.“Yes.”You step down, carefully.“And, Wendy-san, you as well?”She nods.“Very well. Michelle-san, please keep the dress on so you may find matching shoes. When you are pleased with your selection please return the dress to me and I will have it submitted to our tailoring department for final alternations. Your clothes are here. They have been washed and folded.”She motions to your shirt, pants, socks, and shoes, which have been neatly folded and stacked into a small pile on a small stool-looking thing near where you were standing in front of the mirrors.Wendy pushes you on your back and you start walking without resistance as she says, “Have you even broken an ankle before, Michelle?”>I don’t like where this is going…>Yes, once…>Yes, twice…>No>Spaghetti harder>Panic>Other
>>34142241> Yes twice, but I don't see what that...>... slight panic
>>34142241>Yes, once…Twice seems a bit overkill, but we have been in some rough situations before
>>34142241Backing >>34142298Pretty much covers it.
writing in ten
>>34142681I hope Wendy feels at least a little bad if we actually break our ankle.
>>34142785She'll feel something, although I'm not sure that "guilt," or "bad," would be it.Not sure how she'd react, honestly.
>>34142822Well let's see if we can't find out!
>>34143508While generally a good fit with the quest, I'm not sure how appropriate it is for dress-up time.Now, trying to walk on heels, that could use an OST like that.
>>34142241“Yes, twice, but I don’t see what...that…Oh.”You’ve seen idols around the complex walking in heels and they obviously have no idea and you, a long time ago, tried and wobbled around and gave up and there was almost a constant parade of videos of people in heels falling.Wendy smiles but there’s too many teeth for it to be reassuring.She leads you to an escalator going down a floor, and Imai is shadowing the both of you. She bows and says, “Please return the dress to me at your convenience, Michelle-san. Wendy-san, will you be browsing or is there one you had in mind?”Wendy leans against a plate glass railing and pulls out her phone. She’s looking through something, her finger swiping across and vertically.“This one. But I might browse anyways. There are one or two I’m on the fence about.”She shows it to Imai, although you can’t see it. Imai nods and bows again.“Omaido arigatou gozaimasu.”Wendy pushes you onto the escalator and steps behind you.You feel a tug on your shoulder and move your head. Wendy is reading the tag attached to one of the straps.She laughs.The metal of the escalator is cold beneath your feet.>Uncomfortable silence>Awkward conversation>Spaghetti harder>Other>sorry.... cat barfed, had to clean it up, and then I got distracted by some language stuff and it just took me a while to figure out where to go with the scene.
>>34143969>Awkward conversationA good compromise I feel.And no problem. I gotta sleep now anyway, so good luck with the rest of the thread.
>>34143969>Spaghetti harderWe're in private and we've contained it too long. Some controlled release is necessary, otherwise the dam will burst at a bad time.
>>34144004l8s. thanks for playing!
>>34143969Wait, why is the tag so funny?
>>34143969>Awkward conversationSpaghetti is fun...but keeping Wendy happy...but spaghetti...
>>34143969>picWhy is attractive wolverine-lady tipping her drink into her lap?
>>34144169That's a picture of Laura Kinney (X-23) whose image Michelle's is (loosely) based on.>>34144108Is that a Michelle question or an Anonymous question?
>>34144298I dunno what anon meant but I'll back asking it to Wendy.
>>34144298I guess I forgot to explain the joke, which is that in most Marvel continuities X-23 is underage (somewhere around 17 to 19 I think?).She's hammered and whoever's been serving her wants some ID. I think the claws are a "fuck you and your drinking age," but I guess I don't know for sure.
>>34144575Alright, I gotta go too so later.
>>34144298Well, both to be honest
>>34144592peace out, thanks for playing
>>34143969That’s...uncomfortable.A lot of different things all at once. Your arms are cold. Your legs are cold. Your feet and hands are cold. Even your nose and ears are cold as you slowly descend and can feel the climate control breathing a cool wind across you and Wendy.You didn’t notice the lighting, at first, either. You were too distracted by Wendy to realize how harsh and sterile the bright white lights are.You close your eyes and cover them with your palms. At least it’s not so bad...yet.And then Wendy’s laughing about the tag.You ask, panicking slightly, “What’s so funny about the tag?”“I thought you said you had a budget? Did you even look at what you chose?”...ummm.guess not.you decline responding.Wendy snorts, saying, “Thought so. Well, hope your asshole doesn’t pucker so tight you implode, because you’re out like seven gees plus Imai’s time and the alterations. So, like, around eight? So...shit, oyes chica, si necessitas get your shit together before you spend yourself poor. Or not, whatever.”She laughs again.well...fuck. or not.you have a feeling there’s always more work to do.you still feel a little bit of sweat roll down your neck and between your shoulder blades.Wendy says, “Allright, we’re in shoes. So I’m pretty sure you know, but in case you don’t, your feet are disgusting and nobody ever wants to see them ever, including me. So no peep toe or sandals or anything. Closed toe. Closed everything probably but whatever.Anyways, here we go. Just go...wander around or whatever, I guess. And absolutely no flats. Tu eres una mujer. Sort of. Whatever, point is you don’t wear flats with that dress so don’t even try because otherwise I’ll be the one breaking your ankle not the shoes. Now git.”>Stumble around awkwardly>Cling to Wendy awkwardly>Panic>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34145303Owowow, didn't need that image.>Attempt to stumble around awkwardly>Fail>Cling to Wendy awkwardly
>>34145303It really isn't that hard to walk in heels for a short amount of time
>>34145352Just a ballerina's foot, Anon. No need to be scared.
>>34145411Which is a fact Michelle will probably learn pretty quickly.The real hilarity will be her trying to walk up stairs, or on soft surfaces like carpet.
>>34145303>Stumble around awkwardly>Spaghetti harderHopefully she can find humor and not exasperation in our wild flailing.>>34145411That really depends on your ankle, if it's taken punishment before (as Michelle's apparently has) it's a lot worse than if it hasn't. A cousin I have went from wearing heels all the time to hating them after she broke her ankle in an unrelated accident, trying to get used to heels again she almost fractured it again when she stepped wrong, and she still twists her ankle way more than she used to before since her ankle's weaker.
>>34145493Then we are on the same page> Other. > Do great, get positively surprised and overconfident in our own ability to walk in heels.
>>34145303You’ve stumbled awkwardly through life and so far that’s worked.mostly. sometimes you miss your real arm.Wendy walks alongside you as you wander around.“Do I really need to be barefoot?...”She looks to her right and says, “Yes,” without hesitation.Her eyes focus on you, but not your face. “Hmm.”“...what?”“You’re pretty fucked up, Michelle. If you ever go outside without sleeves make sure you conceal the shit out everything. Anyways.”She traces a line starting from a bit below her neck and drags it down and across her collarbone towards her chest.“Shrapnel?”You nod.“From what?”>IED + lead vehicle = :(>Fragged while breaching and clearing>Mortar>T-72>Spaghetti harder>Panic>Other
>>34146202>>T-72Lets go for the most badass option here.Our backstory is 'tortured child soldier badass with baggage', well, its time to showcase the badass with the baggage we're spaghetti-ing about
>>34146259Michelle enlisted at 17 so I'm not sure child soldier is quite apt (since you can enlist, today, at 17 with authorization from your parents (and if your parents are deceased, well...)).Also not sure she's a badass, but I guess surviving is admirable by itself.
>>34146202>She traces a line starting from a bit below her neck and drags it down and across her collarbone towards her chest.I'm not sure I get this gesture
>>34146354Come on, at some point you need to make her stop being totally pathetic.
>>34146357She's tracing the scar, although Wendy is guessing towards the second half (since the bodice of the dress is covering most of it up).It's kind of like when you pantomime an injury to someone instead of just saying it. Or, well, maybe you haven't, personally, but it's one of those weird social things we do to mitigate offensiveness/insensitivity.Imagine if you had a black eye and instead of "Hey man, when'd you get shined," it'd be more like "So, uh, hey buddy. How about that.." and he balls his hand up into a fist and bops his eye.>>34146354I thought I forgot something and that part was tortured. Unless I said so and forget, Michelle hasn't been tortured.Maybe you're thinking about Wendy and how you saw her back was scarred?
>>34146385Well, she is pretty apt in combat. So there's something
>>34146385The quest has always been about very unheroic people doing quite unheroic things.
>>34146440fair enough, that makes sense.. But what's so wrong with our feet then. They are just gross?
>>34146521see the image of the ballerina feet. It's kinda like that, but all...(para)military and disgusting.Think "toe meets a coffee table." Incidentally, a few weeks ago when wearing flip flops I slammed my big toe into my parking brake (my car uses a foot actuated e-brake instead of a lever operated b y hand) and I sheared off about a third of the nail. it's ALMOST just grown back.
anyways, writing now.
>>34146202“A T-72 did it somewhere in Kurdistan. It’s pretty blurry. It must’ve been a training round, I guess, since their HE or HEF rounds basically turns like hundred or whatever feet into jam and I’m still here, so…”you trail off.“Jesus Christ. Maybe you’re not such a pussy after all. I’ve seen people cry after doing a rail of coke whining about how it got in their nose.”She adds very quickly, “...not recently, of course.”She smiles, but it doesn’t seem to be directed at you in particular.whatever…“Umm...so...shoes?”“Oh. Right. No stripper heels either, although you could probably get picked up by the johns who like to fuck kids. But even by their standards you’re…”“Well, I wouldn’t pay to fuck you.”She shrugs and says, “Anyways. I don’t see you as a bright colors girl but if you want a pair of banana yellow suede shoes then I guess that’s your choice. So...just…”She sighs and tries again, “Any idea of what you want?”>Yes. Banana yellow.>Yes, …>No>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34147046Banana yellow, dear god no.Dress is black, we'll go with black
>>34147099how could you say no?
writing in 10.
>>34147553performing research, the post is done.
>>34147181quite easily>>34147046>>Yes, …black, to go with our dress
>>34147046“Dress is black, shoes in black. That’s how it works, right?”Wendy shrugs, “Whatever, I guess. Have at it.”She gets out of your way.Oh god there’s too many choices>One of these>Keep looking>Panic>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34148306bottom row far right the one that covers most if the foot, any chance they come in the thigh high verity
>>34148306I'll second >>34148399>bottom row far rightbut if we're going to get knee/thigh high boots, they need to be actual good boots and not heels, and we'd need an entirely different outfit to make them fit
>>34148306None of these are especially nice. But lets go with the one in the last row to the far right, it seems the most favourable.We could view more, but I really don't want to.
>>34148306I have spent too much time copy/pasting fucking shoes so you're gonna get all the fucking shoes.It's not inane and banal if I don't force consumerism down your (Michelle's) throat(s).
>>34148448 here againthe 3rd from left on the bottom row is also good, and not nearly as high, so should be easier to walk in, I'll change my vote to it
>>34148506argh, so many choices>>34148562 once more changing my vote to top row, third from the left
>>34148602this isn't even my final form.Just wait until we play dressup with Skyler when I know what the fuck I'm doing.
>>34148306Also We don't want open pumps... We want ankle boots.http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=CAT_Wdes_CC_BTS2_booties?_encoding=UTF8&bbn=9670661011&rh=i%3Afashion-womens-shoes%2Cn%3A7141123011%2Cn%3A9670661011%2Cn%3A7147440011%2Cn%3A679337011%2Cn%3A679380011%2Cp_6%3AATVPDKIKX0DER%2Cp_n_feature_two_browse-bin%3A679482011&sort=date-desc-rank&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=merchandised-search-5&pf_rd_r=1T247SRQWD5HDK8S1K8T&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1876779182&pf_rd_i=9670661011
>>34148306imagine how many more choices there'd be if you were looking at all the other colors too.I might start assigning homework before shopping threads.
>>34148676let a man work, Anon.
>>34148712oh well. I'm going to bed, I look forward to seeing what Michelle ends up in. Thanks for GMing
>>34148688Let's move to boots now.
>>34148849peace. catch you next time.thanks for playing!
>>34148851I'm a mad man!
>>34149065second row second from the left
>>34149091(you)scratch that. 2nd row far left also how long did you spend looking for shoes
>>34149065my preferences from that setalso, are we actually going to pick some anytime soon or just spend the rest of the thread posting pictures of shoes?
...Spin in a circle, reach out, and take whatever is in hands, try again if got someone's boobs.
>>34149065>>34149169My enthusiasm/willingness was not as boundless as I thought. This is the last set.Any further contributions will be at the behest of the players (for this thread) and substituted in when appropriate/etc.
>>34149204looks like you saved the best for last, my votes are in pic relatedthe one circled on the bottom row is because Michelle needs some form of fashionable yet useable footwear
>>34149284I think I broke all the other Anons in our orgy of fun consumerism.OPFOR: making even shopping dull and tedious.
>>34149466tabulating everything (it's a lot) and writing.We'll make sense of this, together.
>>34149117A really long fucking time.Could have (should have) done this advance, but it's very much a learn on the job sort of quest.
>>34148306Ah...umm….Shit.Wendy has wandered off, leaving you generally to your own devices.You feel emboldened and even go so far to try some of, narrowing your choices down si-...seven?Eight.Something like that. You check a few of their tags and…Well, you could ten pairs for, like, half of what the dress cost so…there’s always more work, right?Maybe it’s not so bad to look forward to going into the office.You like feeling tall, even if you haven’t really tried walking in them yet....wellok.after counting maybe it’s more like fifteen pairs.still. even if each pair was a thousand that’d only be fifteen thousand and you’ve got forty thousand and your rent is already paid and it’s only been like a day or two.>Call Wendy to narrow it down>Just buy them all>You can do this all by yourself>Spaghetti harder>Panic>Other
>>34149934>>You can do this all by yourselfstart trying them on, but have something we can grab onto to stop ourself from falling nearby
>>34150077 here againtheres some duplicates in that image, pic related has the duplicates edited out
>>34150167Oh..well. Whoops.I had a lot of candy that I probably didn't need to eat. I probably fried myself in conjunction with all the image hunting.Good thing I've got Anon watching my back.
>>34150167 here again againpic related is my narrowed down list
>>34150233Feels unfair to write only using one opinion, but as noted earlier I think I may've fried the others.We're in pretty decent position and timing so I'm going to let it chill for about 20 to 30 minutes and see if there's any additional action.
>>34150371I'm going to watch this episode of Adventure Time and then we're gonna go, one vote or not.I can narratively adjust things as we go if there's a hangup or issue but better to keep moving than not.
>>34150632sounds good to me
You wouldn’t want to bother Wendy. She’s already so happy.you need to do this yourself...which turns out to be not that hard. Most of these closed toe shoes look...identical.nearly identical or even just really really similar. That makes it easy.The boots…well, them kind of too. but you wore boots then and wear boots now so maybe it won’t be so bad.five pairs of boots seems like a lot, though, as you put the unwanted ones in a separate pile.you sit on a bench, hands neatly in your lap, as you consider them.Wendy seems to find you anyways. She’s holding a bunch of boxes under her arms.she must have everything she wants from here.She seems in a good mood, “Hola chica, que tal?”You don’t know what that means. You point at the two piles and hope that’s what she meant.“Miralos! Aye, muñeca, qual es qual?”“Wendy I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”Wendy sighs, looking disappointed. “Fine. Which is which.”“That one is the keep pile and that one is the..not-keep pile.”“Smooth.”You scrunch your face and pull up your lip and make a face at Wendy.She doesn’t seem to care.“Hmm.”She picks a few up in her hands and examines them more closely after putting her boxes down.“Jesus, these are depressing.”She plays with her hair thinking as she looks at them. “Christ. Whatever, I guess these are fine for formal wear or...something. I’m not going to be the one that you can have too many shoes anyways.But in my opinion, dump these long boots. You don’t know how to wear them and they won’t look good. Besides, they’re, like…”She checks the tag quickly, “Like nine hundred or something for the pair.”“These ones are okay, though. Almost cute” she says holding the pair with the zipper and the...speed-bump-like-things on the front, “and….ooh. These ones look great. I think the brown would be nice on you.”>[1/3~]
>>34151387She holds up the (only) pair of brown boots and keeps going through them, “I think you should get rid of the rest.”She reaches into the discard pile and pulls out a single pair, “But I think these should stay. They’re still...old-woman-ish but of all the ones who chose I think they’ll look the best. I kind of like how it goes across the foot like that.”She puts it down and sits next to you, looking down at your feet.She hmms.“I don’t know...maybe they’re not so bad. If you throw enough money at them you can make them pretty again.If that doesn’t work you can just buy a new pair anyways. That might actually be cheaper. How attached are you to your feet?”She laughs at her own joke and doesn’t seem to be waiting for you to respond because she pulls her boxes next to her, “Here’s what I found for me.”She goes through them quickly.Oh...those are kind of pretty.“Have you tried walking in any of these yet?”You shake your head.“Well, the boots will feel like...well, boots, since they’re all basically full width heels.”She picks up the ankle boots and hands them to you, “Here. These are the most pump-like of them.”You unzip them and slide your feet in and pull the zipper back up, and you sit your feet on the floor.“These feel weird.”“Yep. Heels do all sorts of weird shit, but they’ll make your legs and ass look better and add some height which, la verdad, we both need more of. It might hurt. No se.You’ve been through some shit. Time to find out how well your ankles healed I guess.”She shrugs and looks noncommittal.thanks…“I’d hold on to something if I were you. And remember, when you’re in heels you don’t need to lift your knee that much unless you’re taking stairs. Just...stay loose, or whatever. Try not to fall, though, you haven’t paid for that dress yet.”>[2/3(4?)~]
>>34151416really helping, wendy. really helping.You grab a hold of one of the display cases/shelves with your prosthetic arm and slowly try to get to your feet.Well...this isn’t so bad just standing, at least, although it’s definitely not that comfortable.maybe that changes.You try taking a step. it’s weird. not...the worst, you guess.you remember it being harder. This seems tolerable. You still feel shaky.You step, carefully, and turn yourself around and return to your seat.“That wasn’t shit, I suppose,” Wendy says, “but I wouldn’t them in public for a while until you get your shit down. Wear them around the house, I guess, and you’ll get it eventually.But don’t drive in them, unless you’re going to be hundred percent autodriver, because you will probably kill yourself by running a light or crashing into a tree or building.”She smiles, helpfully.“Anyways, figure out your shoe shit. I want to go look at the dresses.”>Final choices on shoes here>Talk about (?)>Comfortable silence>Spaghetti harder>Other>[3/3]
>>34151571>Final choices on shoes heremay as well get it over with, after Wendy's critiques there I think she narrowed our choices down to 3?lets get those 3 and move on
>>34151599Looks like three.Did you want to say anything, or is that just a vote for what amounts to>Hustle the fuck outta here it's been fucking hours about nothing but the most inane and banal shit
>>34151735well we still need to get casual clothes and everyday clothes and work clothes, but yeah, formal clothes is over and done with
>>34151765It was mostly a gag at myself for literally drawing this out for hours, but I've always been clear that this quest will be faithfully following every excruciating, agonizing second of Michelle's extraordinarily uninteresting life.writing in ten.
>>34151571“I’ve already made up my mind.”You pull the three boxes together and repackage them and take them under your arm like Wendy is, but she stops you as you’re talking back towards the escalator.“Not that way. You leave them at the counter. They’ll be brought down to the first floor when we cash out so you don’t have to carry everything.”Oh...well...that sounds nice.You follow her and do what she does.The steel of the escalator chains is still as cold as it was.Imai greets you both as you return to her floor.“Are you both ready?”Wendy nods, and you say, “I’m ready to change now.”Imai says, “Very well, Michelle-san. Your clothes are by my desk. There is a small rolling rack in the dressing room. Please hang the dress on it and I will have it taken care of. Please feel free to browse,” as she pulls Wendy by the arm into the racks.END SESSIONkind of a clusterfuck of a session here towards the end but I feel that's appropriate for a quest about shit to devolve into shit when we're at it long enough.questions/comments/etc goherefollow me on twitter to stay up to date @WetworkIdolsnext thread probably thurs-fri next week. I start school Monday, so we'll see what sort of schedule I need to keep to stay on top of everything.As usual, and always, thanks to everyone who posts here in the thread and reads in (one of) the archive(s).No quest without you.archiving now.
>>34151982Thanks for the thread OP
>>34152088and thank you for playing
>>34151982Thanks for running.