I walk into the play party with Sidra on one arm and Addie on the other, and in that moment, feeling a dozen heads turn toward me and assessing our triplet, I feel like I’m king of the world. Or at least, Alchemy dungeon on this particularly Saturday night.
Unfortunately, my night is downhill from there.
Sidra is wearing a ridiculous schoolgirl outfit—ridiculous because it is more like scraps of fabric than actual clothes, and though her nipples and cunt are actually covered, barely anything else is. She has white over-the-knee socks with small red circles around the tops, and short heeled mary janes. Her hair is up in pigtails. I didn’t quite realize she was going to go this all out with costumes, but what can I say—the girl likes to dress up. She’s not so subtle. Her purple hair shines and looks blue-black in the dark dungeon light.
Addie’s outfit is sleek and sophisticated: also a skirt (she knows by now that I don’t like her to wear pants), this one knee-length and a little bit pleated to make a nice twirl when she turns, and a black lacy camisole, with a small shrug on top of it. Her blonde hair is back in a simple braid, one of my favorite ways for her to wear it, because I can still pull her around by it, or work my fingers into it and make a mess of it if I need to. Once, years ago, I read an...