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Molly barged into he bathroom, her hair a mess, wearing only her underwear. “Irene, I have no idea what to wear!”
When her eyes fell on Irene, she stopped in her tracks.
“Wow, you look nice.”
Irene smiled and wiggled her satin-clad hips. She’d bought the lingerie especially for the occasion. Raising the hand that was not currently holding her eyeliner pencil, she said, “Give me a minute, let me finish this and I’m all yours.”
In the mirror, she could see Molly leaning against the doorway. That was a really nice lingerie set she was wearing. Almost prettier than Irene’s
“So, wardrobe crisis?” she asked, setting the pencil on the sink.
“All my clothes are just so boring,” Molly complained.
“What about that pretty black and silver dress? You look gorgeous in that one.”
Molly shuddered. “Bad associations.”
“Hm-m.” Irene dabbed some perfume on her wrists and in the hollow of her throat. “You could wear something of mine?”
Molly scoffed. “As if I’d ever look good in any of your clothes.”
“Give them a chance,” Irene said, smiling. She put her makeup away and ushered Molly out of the room, towards the dressing. She rifled through the hangers until she finally exclaimed, “Aha!”
The dress she found was made of antique pink silk. It wouldn’t matter that Molly was a bit less full-figured than Irene; the fabric was loose and draped, not designed to cling and show off. That was good - Molly was bound to be uncomfortable enough, no need to add to it by giving her revealing clothing to wear.
“Try this on,” she told Molly, holding out the dress to her.
Molly carefully took it off the hanger and pulled the dress over her head.
“Oh!” she said when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. “It’s gorgeous!"
She was, indeed. Irene ran her hands over Molly’s sides, her hips, settling on her bum.
"You are gorgeous,” she said, giving Molly’s arse a squeeze. “Jim will be even more irked that you ended up dumping him. Not to mention Sebastian - he never could resist a pretty person. And you, sweetheart,” she said, and pecked Molly on the lips, careful not to mess up her painstakingly applied lipstick, “are the prettiest.”
Molly blushed. “Please don’t remind me that we’re going to Christmas dinner with Moriarty and Moran. i’m nervous enough as it is.”
“They’re not that bad.” Irene smiled reassuringly.
Molly gave her an incredulous look. “They’re literally world-class criminals, Irene.”
“Well, yes.“ Irene laughed. "But you like them - don’t pretend otherwise, even you can’t resist Sebastian’s flirting. What does that say about you, then?”
Molly blushed again, and deliberately changed the topic.
"I have to go do my make-up.” She brushed a hand over Irene’s side, caressing the skin between her bra and her panties. Before irene could reciprocate, she turned around and disappeared to the bathroom.
“Can I borrow your Chanel lipstick?” she yelled though the adjoining wall.
“Sure, love!”
Irene opened another of the wardrobe’s sliding doors and reached for a hanger. The dress she was planning to wear was black, clingy, and showcased her cleavage to its best advantage. Irene ran her hands over the shimmery fabric and smiled to herself. Molly was going to love it.