Dōjima rolled her eyes and placed the black and red corset in the pile for 'yes' as she shrugged on the new bra. "Your ex was a tool," she sang, adjusting the straps. "There's nothing sexier than a little aggressive self-confidence. Hot little thing like you pouncing? I'd go for that."

Crap, logistics. "Try to take the picture in the mirror?" she suggested, balancing precariously as she clipped on her own garters. "Or we could ask one of the shop girls to take it for us."