A piece exploring a bit of fun between my Rehme and  darkwitt and  howling-madfoxhatter's joint character Zodiq. Writing below is Darkwitt's.

Rehme couldn't remember why she was dressed like this.

The T-shirt that pushed up her cleavage, the belt, the high heels. it was so quintessentilly not her. SHe looked at her hoop earrings and ditzy ponytail and turned to her fashion designer, Zodiq.

"Zodiq, this is flattering you decided to give me a makeover, but this is just too much."

"Daaarling, I simply must disagree, you're going to the the next big thing with a look like that. Ring those gentlemen callers and peg 'em as pigeons, dear, cause they'll be eating out the palm of your hand!"
She spoke a mile a minute with a practiced transatlantic accent. It was hard to disagree with her. The moment she started talking, she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"Bu-" Rehme started, at least before the Skunk gripped the Jackal's chin, eyeing her coquettishly before she began her tirade.

"NowdarlingIknowthisisquiteoutsideyourusualaffairbutthinkofthelookyou'repioneering
theboyswillsimplyadoreitandadoreyouallyouhavetodoisgiggleandswaythoseluscioushipsandworryabouttheimportantthings
likegettingagoodlayandagoodsignificantothertotellyouhowtothinksoyoujustturnoffthatlittlebrainofyoursandbetheprettythingyoualwayswantedtobe."

the brain dead bimbo was incapable of disagreeing.

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