Sexy Occupation

After giving it some thought, Penelope pointed off to one side of the store. "Maybe something sort of... occupation focused? I mean, if your costumes are going to be doing things to my mind and body, it's probably a good idea to stick clear of the fantastical stuff." Even as she said the comment, her lips curled into a small self-satisfied smile, proud of having thought of that.

"If that's what you would prefer," the witch replied, inclining her head as she took the mousey girl off to the tamer end of the store. Inside, she was just a bit peeved. It would have been fun to corrupt this innocent seeming woman into a succubus or a vampire, but... well, even the more mundane options had quite the potential, even if her customer wasn't thinking of that.

Together, they passed through the aisle, and Penelope had her eyes peeled, looking for something that fit her criteria: ego boosting, and hotness amplifying.

Of course, with this aisle, that was almost everything. There were sexy nurse outfits, sexy maids, sexy businesswomen, sexy baristas, sexy... truckers? Oh, that was a lot more butch than she was expecting.

Actually, as she looked deeper, Penelope was surprised to see a lot more costumes that deviated from the hyperfeminine sort of costume she was expecting. What would that be like? As a trans woman, Penelope had always been scared to take her look in a more butch direction, but she knew Delilah absolutely loved that sort of look. And besides the simple butch/femme paradigm, there were punk looks that veered into the true genderfuckery end of the scale.

Heart racing, she looked around, and tried to make a decision.