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“Hmmmm. It’s a lovely cut, but that pale blush color is all wrong for her. Could you be a dear and get this set in a darker shade? Maybe a jewel tone?”
“Yes, darling.”
Miwa still feels a little star-stuck as she watches Mei Mei and Yuki talk, Yuki modulating her easy agreement with a cheeky wink to Miwa and a playful slap on Mei Mei’s ass as she walks past. Two of her idols, together? These two incredibly powerful women, paying attention to her? Treating her like their little doll? They’ve had a few outings (dates? Miwa feels like calling them “dates” would be far too confident) over the past several months, but nothing as clearly intimate as lingerie shopping.
Whatever this is, it started after the Goodwill Event, where Mei Mei directly witnessed her humiliation. Despite that, Mei Mei had reached out to her afterwards and expressed a vague interest in mentoring her. They’d met for tea after a few weeks. When Miwa remembers it, she’s still a little embarrassed. Mei Mei effortlessly got her talking about everything - her family; her motivation behind becoming a sorcerer (money, it was money,); her struggles with navigating Jujutsu society as a woman; her lack of confidence when compared to her classmates- just, everything. Surprisingly, despite her overactive mouth, Mei Mei had asked her to dinner afterwards. Miwa certainly wasn’t going to say no to that. Yuki was already seated at the table that Mei Mei led Miwa to when she arrived at the restaurant. Miwa didn’t ask why Yuki was there, and neither of the women volunteered that information. From then on, once every two weeks or so, she had some sort of outing with the older women. They were mostly meals that always felt a bit too fancy for Miwa, with some hands-on jujutsu training sessions. Mei Mei had noticed that Miwa was cycling through the same 3 formal outfits, or her academy uniform, and had insisted on “outfitting her properly.” Miwa hadn’t expected that to include undergarments as well.
It seems a bit too late to protest, though, as Mei Mei runs her hands down Miwa’s sides, pausing to grab her waist, explaining the finer details of the craftsmanship and what parts of the lingerie set compliment her best. Regrettably, this valuable information all fades into white noise for Miwa. Mei Mei’s hands are slightly cold and lightly calloused. Miwa’s skin tingles as Mei Mei gently strokes her, running one hand down her thigh and bemoaning the lack of garters in this particular set. Yuki appears, surprising Miwa a bit - she’s been very distracted and didn’t notice Yuki walking back. She’s carrying an alarming number of additional lingerie sets, including several with garters, much to Mei Mei’s delight. Mei Mei beckons Yuki closer with one curled finger. She takes the new clothes from Yuki, trading them for a brief kiss, white hair meeting blonde. Miwa watches them through the reflection in the mirror, trying not to stare and failing. She quickly revises her goal to ‘don’t get caught staring’, and just as quickly fails at that goal too.
“Something catch your eye, my little dove?” Mei Mei asks with a smirk. Miwa can feel a blush start to heat her cheeks as she looks away, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart.
“Aw, don’t be too hard on the little cutie,” Yuki says, picking up one of her recent finds and handing it to Miwa. It’s a deep royal blue set, consisting of a bralette, thong, and the much discussed garter. The body of the pieces is made of a finely woven mesh, with embroidered flowers and vines trailing along the top seams. The waist is matching mesh and lace, attached to leather thigh garters, all in the same royal blue.
Miwa looks up from admiring the pieces, and meets Yuki’s amber eyes with a jolt of surprise. It feels like making eye contact with some sort of apex predator. As Yuki gives her a quick, assessing look up and down, Miwa realizes that might not be an inaccurate comparison.
“Have you ever worn one of those before? Do you need help putting it on?” Yuki asks, deceptively casual. Mei Mei wraps an arm around her waist and leans into her, a panther to Yuki’s jaguar. Their combined gaze feels like a tangible object, heavy and hungry and hot against all of Miwa’s exposed skin. Miwa feels like a small prey animal, perhaps a rabbit, about to be devoured.