Count D tugged at the long glove and looked at his reflection, a little embarrassed. How did he let the kitsune talk him into this? Instead of the normal silks, a tight leather cheongsam hugged his figure. It was held together solely by laces and his pet insisted that he only wear tall boots underneath so he felt somewhat exposed. "Are you sure this will work, Ten-Chan?" he asked doubtfully.
"Of course, Count!" The nine-tailed fox winked at him in the mirror as he pulled the last of the laces taut. "Humans see us pets as they want to, right? And this is what that detective saw when he walked in last week." He grinned mischievously. "He won't be able to resist!"
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The shop was empty when Leon walked in. "Hey, Count! You around?" Tired from a long day at work, he slumped on the sofa and closed his eyes.
D entered the room, tottering slightly on high heels as he crossed to the sofa. "Yes, Mr. Detective. Would you like some tea?"
"Sure." Leon opened his eyes and finally caught sight of D. "Aaah!" He jumped to his feet and backed away. Not this again! It had to be stress! His eyes bugged out. God, was that a flash of bare thigh?
"Leon…" D took several steps towards him but the unaccustomed heels sent him off balance. "Oh!"
The detective instinctively reached out and caught him before they both tumbled to the antique rug.
Raising himself on his elbows, D looked down at the policeman, a bit flustered. His usual slippers were so much more practical for walking! "I apologize, my dear detective. Are you hurt?"
Leon had bumped his head on the floor and it took a moment for him to register the bizarre situation. The Count was in leather fetish wear with enough lacing to hogtie a herd of animals. And barely anything on underneath. Plus, he was lying on his back with the guy sprawled on top of him. It was just too much for Leon's poor brain; he sputtered a bit and fainted.
D sighed. He should have known this wouldn't work. He'd probably have to make the detective forget this incident, too, to prevent him from running off in a panic and not visiting for weeks.
Just then, Leon opened his eyes with a groan and remembered where he was. He yelped, quickly scrambling out from under D and to his feet. He scowled down at the prone shopkeeper. "D, what the hell is going on here?"
Trying to regain his usual dignity, the Count rose to his knees and dusted himself off. "My dentist bought a pet recently and sent me a gift," he fibbed. "I don't think it's quite my style."
"Sheesh. That's an understatement." Leon rolled his eyes and gave D a hand, hauling him to his feet. "Stick to your silk dresses and don't surprise me a—Ow!" He was left nursing another bump as D stalked off to change.