"Thank you for agreeing to my sudden request, Dober."
"It's okay. It's not like I was extremely busy or anything."
If one is incredibly lucky, one can see two members of the famous Mejiro Family shopping in one of Tokyo's biggest malls. One of them is Mejiro McQueen, who wears a teal dress that falls modestly and neatly, adorned with a white collar and a row of delicate buttons down the front. The dress is sleeveless, but layered over a long-sleeved white blouse with ruffled cuffs that peek out from beneath, adding a touch of refinement and texture to the ensemble. Black tights cover her legs, sleek and understated, grounding the outfit with a mature tone. Her shoes are a soft blue, matching the dress and completing the palette with quiet harmony.
The other is Mejiro Dober. She has long, dark brown hair that flows smoothly down her back. Her light purple eyes are both cold to outsiders and warm to the people she knows. It doesn't help that she has a cold aura around her that makes it hard for people to approach her. She wears a white dress with vertical stripes and a row of buttons down the front, cinched at the waist with a matching belt that breaks the white monotone and gives her silhouette more shape. The shoulder cutouts reveal a hint of skin, adding a modern flair to the otherwise classic design, while the long sleeves balance the look with modesty and flow. Black leggings stretch down her legs, sleek and practical, contrasting beautifully with her blue high-heeled shoes that elevate her stance—both literally and stylistically. The heels add a confident edge to her soft, noble lady ensemble.
"Grandmother did say that you deserve to splurge once in a while after winning your first G-three race."
"Ummhh… I don't know if grandmother would approve how I would spend my money, though…"
"Don't worry about your dessert habit, McQueen. I think grandmother had expected that."
"Dober!"
"Fufufu~~"
McQueen's attitude toward dessert isn't a secret to the Mejiro family anymore. Every time the Mejiro family would have a big gathering, they would order one extra dessert truck just for McQueen.
"Mooo!! Please stop! I know how to control myself now."
"I do hope so. Tokyo might run out of sugar if you don't."
"Mooo!!"
"Fufufu~~ So what kind of clothes are you looking for, McQueen?"
"Mmhh… I want something a little bit more daring, but not too much. Something like what you're wearing should be good."
"Eh? What's with the sudden change?"
"Well… I was looking through the fashion magazine that big sis Ramonu models for and I noticed how tasteful she is at presenting herself. I mean, look at me. I look like a ten-year-old who is going to play outside with her friends."
"Hmm… Current trend of fashion does reveal a little bit of skin, yes… And indeed, you look like grandmother chose your outfit for you."
"See? I want to change my image a little bit. I want to have a tiny bit of adult allure like big sis Ramonu."
"Big sis Ramonu's allure comes from the way she brings herself, though. The clothes do help, but it's mostly how she talks, walks, her posture, the way she expresses herself, and the rest. But if you want to start, then perhaps a shoulderless dress would help?"
"See! This is why I invited you, Dober. A mangaka like you would know what is good and what isn't."
"KUHK!!"
Just like McQueen's dessert addiction, Dober's secret that she is a mangaka was pretty well known in the Mejiro Family. Even some of her family members would sneak into Comiket with a disguise to buy her comics.
"Please… I surrender."
"Eh?! I wasn't mocking you or anything!!"
"Le–let's just shop, shall we?"
The 2 noble ladies enter a store that can only be entered if you shop with a black card. There were no price tags as far as the eye can see, and the eye can see pretty far down the horizon of nothing but expensive clothing items.
"What brand should we look for?"
"I don't exactly fixate on the brand-name. I would focus more on the look and design of the cloth."
"That's understandable. Let's search this store for a good one."
The pair then spends, to them, only a fraction of a second, but to the world, an equivalent of a millennium, searching through the store collections. Tops, shirts, dresses, skirts, and pants. None is spared from their grabby little hands as they try and try a lot of stuff.
"This layered white dress is pretty nice. It's not necessarily shoulderless, but it does reveal more of the skin around the neck compared to your usual dress. If we pair that with the black leggings, it should break the monotone. Ot still leaves you looking kind of bland. Perhaps some colorful accessories would help with that?"
"How about a small dark purple purse bag?"
"That could work. We could also add a silk scarf around your waist to tighten the dress and give you more shape. The scarf's color shouldn't be too far off from the dress, or it might draw too much attention away from your entire outfit. Perhaps a semi-transparent blue scarf could work?"
"Okay! I can make work with this idea."
"You can mix and match with the other stuff we bought earlier and the stuff you already have."
"What if instead of leggings, I use stockings instead? A semi-transparent black one?"
"That will give you a more adult feel."
"Okay! I buy stockings instead. In the meantime, I'm going to test a few combinations. Can you wait for a little bit?"
"Sure. I'll look around for better stuff."
"Thank you."
McQueen quickly closed the curtain of her changing room. Beside her is a basket full of clothing items. She digs deep into the basket, passes the stuff that she and Dober pick together, and into the zone of the stuff she picks in secret. The reason she has these items inside her basket is that the young man once called her a succubus.
That word has McQueen go down a rabbit hole of what a succubus looks like. The image she saw that day created an image in her mind of how her trainer she her, with nothing but lust in his eyes. Stripping her in his mind. Filling the blank with his own imagination.
I have him in the palm of my hand. But when you keep a pet, you need to feed it, and in this case, I need to feed its lewd imagination.
So McQueen talked with Agnes Digital since she seems to be very knowledgeable about this stuff. Like Dober, Digital is also a mangaka who is very active. The difference between the two of them is that Dober specializes in romance, wholesome, and all that positive stuff, while Digital specializes in the opposite direction. This is the reason why McQueen decided to ask Digital instead of Dober. With her help, McQueen pinpoints an outfit she wants to buy.
"So shameful…"
The outfit that McQueen chose consists of a tight, off-the-shoulder crop top that ends just below her breasts, and a wine red, ridiculously super mini skirt that is made out of latex. To make her even more like a woman of the night, McQueen picks a thong with straps that go above her waist, similar to how it is on Oguri Cap's racewear.
Wait… Does that mean senior Oguri is wearing a thong?
Whatever! Now is not the time to think about others. It's now time to think about myself.
McQueen looks at herself in the mirror. She looks so open. She can already imagine the young man losing his self-control and attacking McQueen. Yes, she can fight back, but will she, though? If the young man were to attack McQueen with the intent of impregnating her, would McQueen kick him away or leglock him? McQueen herself can't answer that question, which is why she is concerned with how she looks. She wants to feed him drip by drip, not drown him in her allure.
"Dear Goddesses, what have I done?"
I absolutely can't wear this unless it's just the two of us. No Teio. No Suzuka. No Urara. And absolutely no Goldship. This is an outfit that I will wear if we both are spending the night alone.
"McQueen, are you done?"
"KKKKKYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"