Author: Scapegrace
Scapegrace/corsets
The Obligatory Corset Fic
The thing about corsetry is, well, you have to get into it.

Scapegrace sighed, leaned back. Her chair squeaked a bit. So did the rats.

It wasn't working. She couldn't get the scene right. Was this going to be serious, like the last two? Or would it be dumb fun, like the inexplicably popular Doktor Trollenfisch badfic? God forbid, there might even be poetry if she was really stuck for ideas.

And then there was the scene itself. It's BDSM, Jim, but not as we know it. For a start, writing basic BDSM softcore stuff just felt... tacky. Especially involving her friends, no matter what the context. That was the problem with sex-positivity, she thought, it ground you down with all the ways things could be. It was a good problem to have, sure, but applied to people she cared about in a non-romantic sense? Not worth the sleepless nights.

She swivelled in her chair, looked out across her living room, and sighed. "Any of you lot got any ideas?"

Neshomeh was too busy trying to cut hS out of his leather trousers to give an answer, and hS was too busy trying to retain some blood flow to his legs. Meanwhile, Phobos and Kaitlyn were fat too busy doing something utterly unspeakable with a caddy of loose leaf tea; a call tried to come up from Leto about them putting the ass in Assam, but it was muffled by the ballgag. Zingenmir said she'd have a think about it later when she wasn't being sandwiched between Delta Juliette and an actual ham sandwich, and all that Tomash was allowed to say for the afternoon was "Woof", which was really helpful. Calliope and Granz were busy gazing into each others eyes, which they were managing despite the blindfolds Thoth had obliged them to wear. Thoth, meanwhile, had been the victim of an unfortunate misspelling, as Twistey had gotten mixed up, crammed him into an Adepta Sororitas cosplay composed simultaneously of too much and a grossly insufficient amount of black latex, and left him on a date with a branch of Primark.

"Fat lot of good you lot are," Scapegrace sighed, and turned back to her keyboard.