A regal gold trimed corset

Kendrick tugs the corset free from the bin, brushing off glitter and a stray rubber snake that had somehow gotten tangled in the laces. She holds it up, marveling at the metallic gold trim and dramatic plunging neckline.

“Oh, hell yes.”

Slipping it on takes some work—a lot of work. She spins in circles, trying to lace up the back by herself, groaning, falling over once with a squeak. But after some grunting, sweating, and one brief moment of rage, she finally gets it cinched tight.

She gasps as the corset crushes in her waist, boosts her chest, and forces her into a proud, upright stance.

“Can’t... breathe... but I look amazing.”

Her reflection confirms it: she’s halfway to superheroine stardom—or at least halfway to a viral cosplay fail. Either way, she’s committed.

“Top—done. Now... let’s see what we’re working with down below.”