[Glinda, oh look Glinda. Someone has ever so thoughtfully sent a picture! Even better, it's from Imoen.
Is there any way to prepare for the scandal that comes with opening any attachment Imoen might send? If she takes the risk, the image is of Imoen sitting on the edge of her bed with surprisingly good posture. She's -- naked. The only stitches on her are a simple black choker dangling from one finger and held out slightly, as if beckoning Glinda to claim it. But Imoen's newest fashion discovery is wearing glitter, and she is doing that now, a blend of pink and silver sparkling on her. Probably everywhere, though it's hard to say when her other arm is folded coyly over her breasts, and her legs are crossed, achieving a false modesty.
[It's most certainly not what Glinda would ever expected to get, but - well, it's Imoen, and Imoen is entirely unpredictable. She stares for a moment, closes it abruptly - opens it again just to be sure her eyes aren't deceiving her, and closes it once more. By the time the text comes, Glinda has regained some of her composure, but also opened the picture rather more times than is really decent. It's lucky Imoen's not in sight, because her blush is a deep pink.]
[It's not that she dislikes the choker - it's rather pretty, after all - or that she objects to having a choker of her own, but...well, black has never really been her color. And besides, Juniper would look far better in it.]
Yes please
You could come here if you wanted
Or I can come over there
It might be difficult with only pictures, don't you think?
[Glinda will find a box done up in brown paper and tied with string. Inside is a box of candied fruit done up in a ribbon and a hair comb
The note reads: To my Lady Glinda, to make you even prettier. But if you do not like it, I shall have it back and find you something better. Your Ponine.]
During the hacking plot;
Is there any way to prepare for the scandal that comes with opening any attachment Imoen might send? If she takes the risk, the image is of Imoen sitting on the edge of her bed with surprisingly good posture. She's -- naked. The only stitches on her are a simple black choker dangling from one finger and held out slightly, as if beckoning Glinda to claim it. But Imoen's newest fashion discovery is wearing glitter, and she is doing that now, a blend of pink and silver sparkling on her. Probably everywhere, though it's hard to say when her other arm is folded coyly over her breasts, and her legs are crossed, achieving a false modesty.
A little later, a text follows.]
oops
oh no, someone has been hacking my phone
[Nope, she did it on purpose.]
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I suppose I ought to entirely ignore that, then?
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but then who's going to claim this nice choker
very fashionable
be a shame to waste it
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[It is not hers, much less hers to give. We all know it was stolen.]
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[There is quite a long pause, then:]
And the sparkles suit you rather well
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do you want me to show you how the sparkles work?
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Yes please
You could come here if you wanted
Or I can come over there
It might be difficult with only pictures, don't you think?
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it'd be very difficult using pictures
I'll come over
that way you don't have to worry about how to get back to your place without mussing them up
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You look very nice in them
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you'll be pleasantly surprised
A little gift delivery
The note reads: To my Lady Glinda, to make you even prettier. But if you do not like it, I shall have it back and find you something better. Your Ponine.]