"Brooke, you know how I feel about corsets," Peyton whined, waiting for Brooke outside of the fitting room of a lingerie store. Then she heard the click of a lock, and the door opened, and out stepped a stunning and gorgeous Brooke Davis. Peyton's mouth dropped and she stumbled over her words for a second, blown away by the intricate and incredibly sexy black and baby pink ensemble her girlfriend sported. It wasn't trashy at all, like she was sure it would be. "…Unless they look like that," she said. She couldn't unglue her eyes from the exaggerated cinched-in look of Brooke's waist. The brunette smirked, putting her weight on both feet and resting her hands defiantly on her hips.
"I knew you'd like this one," she said coyly. Then, her eyes went wide in a sudden excitement. "Oh! And look!" She turned around, modeling the back. "How adorable is that bow?" It was true. An oversized but complimentary bow sat at the bottom of the corset, resting just at the small of Brooke's back.
"Very cute," Peyton said. She bit her lip. "Now take it off and let's go." Brooke smiled darkly, turning around and sauntering over to where Peyton sat. Between the way she stood and the height her heels gave her, she towered over Peyton, a suggestive dominance about her. A few customers near by gave the two of them looks, but Brooke didn't pay them any attention.
"Why?" she asked, an eyebrow raised, "you like it?" Peyton shook her head, grinning.
"The sooner you take it off and pay for it, the sooner I can show you."
"Oooh," Brooke cooed, her eyes a little wider. "Then I'll go do that right now." And with that, Brooke disappeared back into the fitting room.