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[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[you'd have to take more than a glance to decide, but this one's most definitely a girl. He She looks perfectly at ease reading there on that couch, legs crossed, the thigh-high slit on the left side of his her dress showing a fair amount of skin. He She is lust incarnate, after all.]

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[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Do I assume you're another struck by this spell?

[she looks amused, completely unaffected.]

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[glances up with a smirk]

You assume correctly, milady.

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[oh so very amused by the spectacle]

Do you need assistance, by chance?

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

I... her... I don't know what to do!

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[sets the book aside and stands up rather gracefully considering he she was of the opposite gender just a few hours ago, walking over to Laguna, surveying him her.]

You may want to acquire a brassier, first of all.

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

I-I know but... I don't know where to get one...

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[what's sexuality to a demon?]

I can help you with that if you wish.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larxene DOES NOT WANT a penis. D: hence the swearing to her himself as he goes by.]

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

U-Um okay. Thank you!

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Follow me, then.

[and starts walking off through the halls]

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Problems~?

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

'Kay.

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

You're a new face around here, so if I may have the pleasure of knowing your name...?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

No more than everyone else here is having.

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

Laguna. I've been around for only so long, so I haven't met many people.

And yourself?

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Not me.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

You're not normally a chick, are you?

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

There's the problem.

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Marluxia, the Prince of Judgment. [holds off on the "Lust" part for obvious reasons] Nice to meet you, Laguna.

[stops by a door and pushes it open casually, walking into - well, there's enough feminine undergarments in there to stock several lingerie shops]

Here you are.

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

Merely a matter of adjustment.

[prez-leg-cramp.livejournal.com]

Er... how do I... find my size...

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I've been a girl for twenty-something years, darling, how am I supposed to adjust in a day?

[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[here, have some more examining of the ocular kind]

They usually have the size printed on a small tag...I think you would be about a...C I think?

[that would be experience, yes]