William T. Spears (
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[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.
It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]
It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]
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I think that's a challenge I can work with~♥
[ Spinning on her heel, she heads toward the bathroom, speaking over her shoulder as she goes. ]
But first, I'll need to tidy up. It's going to take more than a few tissues for me, you messy boy. [ To confirm precisely what she means, the redhead will be running her hands over the swell of her ass, grabbing at the meat of it playfully-- before nudging the door closed behind her! ]
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After tidying himself up and redressing, William makes towards the kitchen. Grell will find him checking the cupboards, making note of what she has and what they might need. ]
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Are you ready, darling?
[ She is! He might note that she's wearing her coat already, seemingly prepared herself. ]
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I have been.
[ Dressed down, if only slightly, his tie is absent, collar loose, and he's replaced his usual suit jacket with one that's slightly more casual. Given the limited wardrobe he has with him, it will have to do. ]
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Look at you, Sexy♥~
[ Leaning back, she pulls the tie to her coat, opening it up to flash him a view of her outfit, which is not much of an outfit at all. The collar of what appeared to be her blouse is actually nothing more than a ruffled collar tied off with a bow, paired with a semi opaque bodysuit - and her seamed stockings give the illusion of trousers tucked into knee-high boots. ]
Just a casual look for the market. You know.
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You should have brought this outfit to Germany.
[ Stated as if he'd had any intention of submitting to her advances then. ]
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What do you think you would've done? Lock me in the closet for harassment-- and then relieve yourself in the restroom?
[ Really, that wandering gaze is all she needs to feel a rush! ]
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[ And with that, he's turning to exit the flat, expecting she'll follow along without command. ]
oops pretend i used the right terminology there
I don't think I would want to see myself after being locked up like that.
[ Taking his hand, she interlocks their fingers whilst leaning in closer. ]
And, just so you know, I did bring something like it, but better. Just in case.
never!
[ Perhaps the only one. It might almost be nostalgic. William shakes his head at that absurd thought. ]
Better?
nnooooo--
I suppose you'll never know~
[ Her tone is playfully mocking, and after a beat, she glances back at him to give his hand a loving squeeze. ]
Until I have the opportunity to show you, anyway.
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[ His own words being used against him! Huff!
Regardless, he doesn't let go of her hand, instead locking the door behind them and glancing down the hall as if she should direct him. ]
I assume you know where this store is.
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[ And with a simple hum of approval. She takes them there. It's in a shockingly upper scale area of London, busy with night life-- albeit in an alley, lined with back entrances to restaurants and the like. There's a single lantern lit beside this particular door, however; its glass is notably red. ]
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This seems a bit sketchy, if anything.
[ Not they'd have anything to fear, mind you. It's the concept of it all. ]
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And how would you market this brand of merchandise to this brilliant and accepting society?
[ She releases his hand to approach the entrance, making a show of designed offense-- though spoilt by her grin. ]
I suppose I'll get the door.
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You have more experience with this type of thing. You may as well show me what items you had in mind.
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Grell finds herself eyeing the other to see how he's faring. She can sence that he might be overwhelmed, lovingly nudging at his shoulder with her own. ]
Follow me, then. We'll start easy, with the lingerie.
[ Leading the way, she heads through to one of the open doorways, opening into a wide room full of intimate wear, from tasteful to the extreme. ]
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Unfortunately, there a severe lack of red among the garments. ]
Try some of these on.
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I can't try these on, my love. [ There's a chuckle on her tone. ] I'd be happy to give you a fashion show at home, however~
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I expected you to do so, regardless.
[ A look is given to her before he glances back at the racks. ]
Choose something yourself then, as well.
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With a bounce to her step, she's off to fetch what she desires, and she has two additional hangers with her upon return. ]
So, you'd mentioned leather...
[ She holds up the first, a set of cuffs and harness panties made of rich burgundy leather. ]
What do you think~♥?
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Just how do you wear this?
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Here, this we can try on, so I'll show you.
[ She's already pulling him along toward the dressing room. Once there, one of the associates gives Grell a look, as the majority of what she is holding is undergarments.
Grell gives the man a look right back, before unloading the selection into his arms. ]
Keep these at the front for me, then, mn?
[ There's the hanger that William's holding, and she has another curious piece comprised of leather bits and baubles. But before the worker can part from them, she plucks one of the pieces William had chosen, as an afterthought-- and pops the tag off, to place in the man's hand. ]
Thank you~♡
[ And then, despite the look she receives, she pulls William along with her behind the curtain. ]
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You're set on that one, I see.
[ There's a cushioned bench along the side of the stall and William takes a seat, crossing his legs as he waits for her to dress herself. ]
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It will go quite nicely, I think.
[ Pulling her arms free of her bodysuit, she bends over to work it down her boots and step out of. ]
You'll see. ♡
[ The bodysuit is tossed into hammerspace, and she wiggles into the plunging black v-neck one he'd chosen, instead. After a bit of adjusting, she stands herself upright in front of the mirror, turning around to peek at the back. ]
Pleased with your selection~?
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