[ "Service Top," it is ... though, considering how embarrassing it would have been to wear either pair, the choice between them rang pretty hollow. In either case, it got her a step closer to shedding the Dragon Lord costume and changing into something that didn't make her never want to be perceived again, so ... a victory of a sort, even if it didn't feel like it.
[ Especially when, for reasons she was struggling desperately not to examine, a part of her didn't want to leave. ]
I-I suppose I might as well put these on while we look for a top ...
[ While still trying to push those shapeless, intrusive thoughts back down, she sets the pants on the changing room bench so she can remove the bottom half of her costume. She wishes she could just pull them on now, but while the pants would easily fit over the panty-like appliqué of scales ... the prosthetic tail affixed over her rear-end complicates things a little.
[ When the first attempt to pull off the scale covering doesn't work, it's actually a bit of a relief. It might sound strange, but with how little she's wearing, she's glad the patches of dragonskin are attached to her body with a quality adhesive and that the prosthetics were durable enough to survive their, uh ... intended purpose.
[ It's the second failed attempt that starts to make her a bit nervous, and when she goes for it again - this time trying to find the seam so that she can slip her nails underneath and hopefully pry the scales off enough to get a better grip on them - and that fails ...? ]
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[ Especially when, for reasons she was struggling desperately not to examine, a part of her didn't want to leave. ]
I-I suppose I might as well put these on while we look for a top ...
[ While still trying to push those shapeless, intrusive thoughts back down, she sets the pants on the changing room bench so she can remove the bottom half of her costume. She wishes she could just pull them on now, but while the pants would easily fit over the panty-like appliqué of scales ... the prosthetic tail affixed over her rear-end complicates things a little.
[ When the first attempt to pull off the scale covering doesn't work, it's actually a bit of a relief. It might sound strange, but with how little she's wearing, she's glad the patches of dragonskin are attached to her body with a quality adhesive and that the prosthetics were durable enough to survive their, uh ... intended purpose.
[ It's the second failed attempt that starts to make her a bit nervous, and when she goes for it again - this time trying to find the seam so that she can slip her nails underneath and hopefully pry the scales off enough to get a better grip on them - and that fails ...? ]
Ohhhhh no ...