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Sammy stretched her arms high above her head, the bones in her left arm creeking slightly. She shifted slipping the gloves over the bone and reaching over to drape an arm lazily over Siddie's shoulder as they wandered into the prom.

Her white jacket left open to reveal the blouse and corset below, sharp and jagged, the opposite to Siddie's flowing spidery lace. The shadow ghouls accented with white gems and marks, Sammy's own highlighted with black.

Pausing she leaned over brushing cool lips over warm shadowy flesh. "See? I can pick out an outfit without you or Junko hanging over my shoulder. I think I did pretty good right?"

She didn't admit she had someone help with her hair, she was terrible with hair still. "And you where worried I wouldn't be able to pull something off." A free hand moved to snatch two drinks from a nearby table, strange liquid in beaker like cups that she offered to her ghoulfriend. "So what's the game plan? Dancing? Mingling? Torment a few first years for giggles?"

Zar was on his way to get drinks, feeling oddly exposed in his attire as he made his way to the table. He was constantly asking himself why he'd felt like this was a good idea, his mother had always suppressed anything as she termed it "effeminate", she'd warned him innumerable times that if he was anything but masculine he would be competition and he would be permanently dissipated. This was rebellion, open rebellion, showing off subtle curves and other quirks of his unusual anatomy in an open way. He hardly looked like himself, even his movements sinuous hip swaying, tail held low and tense. The shifting shimmering fabric did not cover nearly enough, leaving Barth's mark on his chest stark and open to anyone smart enough to know what it was.

He spotted Sammy and Siddie too late to walk past and pretend he hadn't noticed them and out of social obligation made his way over with a nod of greeting.

"You are both looking." a glance at Sammy. "Surprisingly good."

The blacklight made the Incubus' dark markings starker than they had ever been. "Having a good time?" he asked.

Outfit

Siddie pouted dramatically, but she couldn't keep the expression up for long, and broke into a giggle. "Maybe someday I'll convince you of the merits of dressing to impress," she said, and sipped her drink, rather more cautiously. "Well, I don't appear to have turned into anything, or turned any interesting colors," she observed, and took a larger sip.

She turned a little when Zar addressed them, expecting to see the incubus in a sharply elegant suit, perhaps even a tuxedo. The dress surprised her, and her mouth made a small startled o for a moment. "Why, thank you," she said, recovering her poise and thinking suddenly of design opportunities. "That dress is very flattering on you. Is it ready-made, or do you sew?"

"The only person I need to impress I think I've already won the approval of," she whispered nudging Siddie playfully with an elbow as Zar joined them proper. In the end both of them where equal parts surprised and admiring one another.

Burning eyes curiously followed the color, watching as Zar seemed to shift. Blushing wasn't common for her given her lack of a pulse really. Usually her eyes where the tell to what she was feeling depending on how they burned. For the most part she let Siddie and Zar speak before grabbing another cup from a near by table.

"Well what you do, is you take one of these," she passed Zar the cup, "And you drink it and hope to Jack you don't turn into a minipet." Raising her own cup she downed the rest. "Then you dance... though I would guess Barth doesn't really do that..."

Zar took a sip of the drink, and mercifully, did not turn into anything. "Oh he does dance." he said, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Very well. And yes, slow, though slow is more my style these days." He had done so much rushing around, maximizing his time and stress levels, it was good to be able to don relaxation and comfort, to stake even a tenuous claim on laziness.

Though he would never admit it in front of Barth, he would suffocate on the cloud of smug that resulted.

"You think so?" Zar asked Siddie curiously, not fishing for compliments but genuinely facinated that anyone would think he looked anything less than blasphemous in a dress. "I was just so very, very tired of suits."

Siddie squeaked and squirmed a little at the tickling, returning the elbow.

"Oh, I wouldn't go so far as frumpy," she said, and wrinkled her nose at Sammy. "But tired sometimes, certainly. I daresay you look more comfortable in a dress than Sammy does," she added, her voice taking on a slightly wicked edge.

Sammy shrugged a bit as Siddie seemed to object at her frummpy statement. "I think I do just fine in a dress..." She humped and swayed her hips letting her side poke out ever so slightly pouting at Siddie before turning back to Zar.

"Forbidden is always the best," she winked at Siddie spinning back to Zar to pace over hips swaying as her dress boots clicked on the floor tapping a finger of bone on Zar's chest. "Now is that a challenge?" There was a huge grin on her face.

Zar smirked a little more broadly, giving Sammy a half-lidded sidelong look. "I don't know, is it? I don't know if I'd call it a challenge." He'd always known Sammy as the most tomboyish of ghouls, seeing her in fancy attire in the first place was a shock.

The contact against his chest with her finger would send a jolt of Zar's own emotion through her as he sought out for hers. His emotions were decidedly predatory, with a twisting thread of interest woven throughout, the self consciousness seemingly forgotten in the instant.

"What precisely would I win?" the Incubus asked, gently moving her finger away from the demon mark emblazoned in the very center of the chest she was poking.