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Charlotte nodded as Hisoka ran off up the stairs, hopefully to get her some clothes. Finally deciding on stripping, she convinced herself it would be just like wearing a swim suit, right? First she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down off her long legs revealing her hip hugger underwear, courtesy of her Victoria's Secret gift card. They were black lace with a tiny white bow on the front, not the kind of panties you'd like to be caught in the kitchen with... literally.

She waited until she heard Hisoka come back downstairs to remove her shirt. Cautiously she pulled it over her head, a cloud of white flour dancing through the air. Her bra matched her panties, black lace with a tiny bow in the center of her cleavage. Letting out a huff she picked the articles of clothing off and chunked them into the skin, waiting on Hisoka.

His reaction was exactly what she had expected. A pause, a literal jaw drop, then he quickly offered her clothes and pushed them in her direction. In all honesty, this made her hate her body, it was what got attention, not her.

"Here."

Instead of saying anything she grabbed the clothes and pulled them on. First the sweat pants which ate her alive, they hung so low on her hips that the lace trim of her panties showed along the pants hem. The length was fine, her legs were as long as Hisoka's even though he was a bit taller than her. Then she opened the shirt, looking at the saying, and let out a small chuckle and pulled it over her head and down her slender body. She could deal with baggy pants, but the only part of the shirt that was tight was around her bust... figures. Using the hair tie around her wrist she pulled the extra fabric back, tied it, and tucked it back up under the shirt. The only issue then was now part of her midriff peeked out slightly, but she could care less at this point.

"I like the tee shirt, Edward was never a real vampire anyways, the only blood sucker i'd offer myself to is Dracula." Charlotte threw a small smile his way before sweeping up all the flour and dumping it into the trashcan. Instead of waiting on klutzy Anna to rejoin her she simply poured more flour and began making the cake herself.