Furry little bastard. At just one year old, he still had a lot of playful kitten left in him and, unfortunately, one of his favorite things to do was play with corset strings, which often led to shredding the actual corset. Normally, she left the closet door closed, but if she accidentally left it open even a crack, her nosy cat was in there in a flash. That’s probably what she should have named him, but she’d gotten him right after she’d started watching Sherlock and he’d had a limp just like Watson in the first episode... His leg was all healed up now, just like Watson’s.

“Well at least you didn’t get fur on everything,” she muttered under her breath. He was short haired, but his orange and cream fur tended to stand out, especially on her club wear, which had a lot of black in it.

The doorbell rang and Ellie let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. When she’d realized Watson had shredded her corset, she’d done something she’d never done before... she’d reached out for help. Ellie usually wore whatever she wanted to the club; she’d definitely never dressed for a particular Dom before. She didn’t know why she’d gotten so hung up on the idea of wearing her purple corset tonight, but now that it wasn’t possible, she’d turned into a total twit, unable to make a single decision for herself. So she’d texted Lexie, begging for help getting dressed.

Hurrying to her front door, Ellie tried not to feel like a failure just because she couldn’t do something as simple as picking out an outfit. This was what friends were supposed to do in the event of a wardrobe crisis. She’d seen it in movies and read about it in books. Just because she’d never had a friend to do this with didn’t mean anything... she’d also never had a wardrobe crisis before. Lexie had been the first person to spring to mind, and, thankfully, she’d also seemed thrilled Ellie had reached out to her.

None of this felt like Ellie. Being so nervous she became indecisive... reaching out to a friend for help because she couldn’t make up her mind... yeah, she wasn’t used to any of this. It felt like she was in high school all over again. She hadn’t felt like this since she was a teenager... because nothing had mattered enough to fluster her like this since she was a teenager.

“Helloooo....” She said as she opened the door, but her voice trailed off as her eyes widened with shock.

“Hello!” chorused the group of women outside of her apartment. Lexie surged forward to wrap her in a hug, which Ellie returned even though she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience.