Susan was wearing black hoodie, with the hood drawn and sleeves that draped like those of a robes. The front was unzipped, and underneath she wore only a strange bra which was covered in spiked studs. She wore a short pleated skirt, black with blood red archaic symbols. Her legs were clad in a pair of thigh high lace up boots, and her draped around her neck were a half dozens amulets and necklaces.
"What are you wearing? That's not what we're supposed to be modeling this time..." the cameraman said.
"No shit it isn't," Susan muttered. "I... I need to go," she said, exiting the studio.
Jay, meanwhile, was decked out in a formal black dress, with puffy shoulder and narrow sleeves. The a violet corset hugged his waist over the dress. The front of the dress's skirt was torn away, showing off a pair of black lace stockings attached to a garter belt. His shoes each had a black ribbon on the toe, and a thick sole with a slight heel. The outfit was completed by a pair of velvet gloves, which were torn at the fingertips to show his black and purple nails.
"I... oh my," Jay wondered, his mind already conflicted between the part confused about his outfit and the part which thought his outfit was the only thing in this situation which made sense.
"Yeah, how did that even happen?" Leonard asked, unaware that he and Kyla were about to fall victim to wardrobe changes of their own....
