ItalianNoodle

“Ugh come on, just stay done up tight!” You groaned to yourself. You had been in your room for a good half hour past when you normally went up to eat lunch with everyone on a lazy day, struggling in front of your mirror with your corset. Getting it tight was an occasional issue for you, as the ribbon decided to slide loose once again every time you tried to tie off the back. Sighing with frustration, you let the ribbon fall loose once again, needing to stretch the ache out of your arms from contorting them behind you in such a manner. You flipped yourself off in the mirror, nearly fed up with tying your corset down over your tank top. It was just an unlucky day though, so you took hold of the ribbons once more and gave it another go. As you were making your next attempt though, you heard a knock at your door. “_______, you still haven’t come up for lunch yet. You alright in there?” Law’s voice rang through the steel. “Er, kinda! You can come in. Actually, please do come in!” You