@cloudvii / xx.

It was purely for the purposes of helping Cloud that Aerith found herself peeking through the changing room door. They had the dress, the wig, accessories, and a visit to the Honey Bee Inn had secured Cloud something that he hadn't showed her. Until now, at least, as her emerald eyes alighted on the thong riding up his well toned ass. She had to quickly duck back as he exited, his dress askew and extensions clipped in haphazardly.

There was no hiding her faint flush or devious smile, but she went for her most encouraging look. "Don't give up, we can fix this!" Aerith curled her arm and flexed her muscles, then ignored his (rightfully) accusatory question and pushed him back inside the changing room before he could protest.

"You didn't lace this right at all. Here, let me redo it." Her hands are already working at the back of his corset, loosening the flimsy knots so she could start anew. "I can see why you won that squat challenge so easily now. I don't know who's coming out better in this deal: you or me." Her tone is teasing as she fixes the laces.

Again, not giving him a chance to say anything, she warned him, "Breathe in!" and pulled hard on the strings of the corset. Whatever training he had in SOLDIER surely hadn't prepared him for this.