Fishnet stockings (it only seemed appropriate and I'm all about appropriate as you know)
Arthur surveys his reflection in the mirror. Do I look good? Is this completely wrong and utterly insane?
Should I have shaved my legs?
"Guinvere!"
Gwen comes rushing in, her hair teased huge, heavy makeup on her face, also clad in black lingerie. "Something wrong, Arthur?" she asks, leaning into the mirror, wiping a bit of lipstick from her front tooth.
"I feel like a twat."
"You look amazing, Arthur. You're prettier than me, actually," she laughs. "Here," she pushes him down onto the closed toilet lid and applies dark red lipstick to his lips. "Much better. I like the dark hair, too. It's like I'm cheating with my own boyfriend."
"I feel more like a glrlfriend," he grumbles, and she laughs.
"Merlin is going to laugh his ass off."
"Merlin wanted to wear this himself," she says. "But he opted instead for Riff-Raff. You have a much better body."
"Thanks, but that's not exactly saying much, is it?"
"Come on, Dr. Frank-N-Furter, let's go, we're going to be late," she pulls him from the bathroom.
"Why couldn't we go as Brad and Janet?" he whines. "I can really rock the tightie whiteys."
"Because Gwaine and Mithian are going as them. So we have to be the Doctor and Magenta, since I clearly have the hair for it. Now quit stalling and let's go."
"How do you walk in shoes like this?" he complains as she yanks him out the door.
"Practice. You are going to be the best Dr. Frank-N-Furter there, I know it."
"There's going to be others? Oh, no…"