Wriothesley peeked out from behind the curtains, his heart racing. God, Furina wasn't lying about the crowd.. there were at least a thousand people in the seats of the Opera Épiclèse, waiting for the show to start.
"GAH! YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!"
Charlotte exclaims, and The Duke turns to see what the commotion was about.
Bad idea. Neuvillette was donning a long blue silk dress that captured his elegant curvy figure perfectly. Due to him playing a feminine role in this play, he was wearing a white corset under. His back was exposed, and Wriothesley couldn't help but gawk.
"Your jaw is touching the floor, pick it up."
Clorinde nudges him. He huffs.
"Don't look at me like that..!"
"Sure, you pervert."
Those words send blood rushing to his face.
"Shut up! Just look at him! You'd be doing the same thing if it was Navia!"
The Champion Duelist simply shrugs.
"Deal with it, you're just horny as hell."
He was seriously going to kill her.
(Sorry this chapter was a little short, due to some work I am busy IRL. I will try to post more often!)
~Aoë
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~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)
Storie d'amoreShe pauses for a dramatic moment as he raises an eyebrow. "And what exactly do I have to do with this?" "Well.. it'd be great if you could play one of the lead roles in the performance!" (Loser Husband Wrio x Pretty Wife Neuvi) #9 in Wriolette, 10/3
