Francine carried a laundry basket to the living room and placed it on the floor beside the couch. She sorted the clothing, meticulously folding and stacking each piece.
"A black shirt?" Francine held the shirt and smelt it. "Is this Shang Tsung's? Since when did you wear this?"
Francine thought for a moment before she remembered. Shang Tsung was tinkering with something in his lab, and of course, he didn't want to ruin his robe if he didn't have to. Francine smelt the shirt and sighed. The aroma of his cologne and mush always calmed Francine, even if he was rude to her.
"He wouldn't mind me using his shirt, would he?"
Francine checked over her shoulder to ensure the coast was clear and put on the shirt. It was a bit big and baggy but incredibly soft. She couldn't help but sniff the sweater again. A hand grabbed her shoulder, and her heart sank.
"Oh, Shang Tsung! I didn't see you there. I was making sure your shirt's washed." Francine smiled awardly to Shang Tsung.
"My clothing is not for you to try on." Shang Tsung held out his hands.
"Your shirt is so soft, though! Can't I wear it just for today, please?" Francine gave Shang Tsung puppy eyes, but Shang Tsung shook his head.
"Ok, how about you wear something of mine? It'll be a fair trade." Francine held up one of her red dresses to Shang Tsung.
"I am not a woman that will rip if I dare to wear it."
"Please! Red is your and my color!" Francine pressed the dress against Shang Tsung's arm. He groaned and took the dress.
"If it will silence you." Shang Tsung removed his robe, pants, and boots and entered the dress. He pulled the dress up and struggled to pass his thighs, but eventually, he got the dress on. "I do not think it will zip…"
Francine curled her lips inward and whimpered.
"Looking great." Francine covered her mouth, trying to hold in her laughter. "Let's try zipping up the dress."
Francine got up and grabbed the zipper. With all her might, she pulled it almost all the way.
"Almost there." Francine pulled the zipper the rest of the way, but there was a snap.
"What has happened?" Shang Tsung turned his head around.
"The zipper broke." Francine held the broken zipper to Shang Tsung and awkwardly laughed. "I think you were right."