Fashionable!

Ivy had been wandering a lovely, lavishly decorated Burrowgatory fashion boutique when Velveteen caught her eye—or, vise versa, it would seem, as Velveteen was the one to approach her.

"You there," the fashionable succubun, known for their stylish doll form looks, called out to her. They kept a cool attitude as they waved Ivy over. "I'm looking for a model for an impromptu fashion show, and you may be just who I'm looking for."

"Hm?" Ivy hummed in response, gesturing to herself — as she was often in her doll form, she kept a muzzle gag firmly harnessed to her face. As such, she wasn't one for conversation, and she was often ignored. For some reason, though, Velveteen seemed interested in her potential for modeling.

"Yes, you," Velveteen replied calmly, beckoning her over. "Are you interested? I'd be willing to compensate you for your time. You have just the measurements I was looking for!"

Ivy blushed. She was a bit on the tall, lanky side in her doll form. Velveteen's words kept floating through her mind as she thought over the offer. Her expression was tough to read behind the muzzle covering her mouth, but there was a glint of curiosity in her violet eyes.

“You don't need to worry about answering verbally,” said Velveteen. “A simple nod or shake of the head will do. I even have the perfect violet ensemble to match your looks.”

Ivy had always been shy, and even anxious in social situations. Though, Velveteen was quite mysterious and alluring, and Ivy couldn't help but feel compelled to participate with the famous model. So, she nodded her head enthusiastically, making an affirmative little noise as she stepped closer to Velveteen.

“Great. Let me take you back to the dressing room, and I'll make sure the measurements fit.”

Velveteen surely had an incredible eye for fashion, because sure enough, the dress that Velveteen had in mind ended up being a perfect fit, visually—a deep midnight purple that fit her lavender hair and purple hooves perfectly. Ivy remained still as can be while they took her measurements. Soon enough, the quiet bun put the dress on, with a little help from Velveteen when it came to zipping up the back of the dress.

When the dress was finally on her, Ivy looked down at herself, smiling beneath her muzzle. She hummed softly, satisfied with the way the dress looked on her.

“Oh, there we go! The dress fits perfectly, doesn't it?”

Ivy nodded enthusiastically. She put her hands on her hips and turns slowly, examining herself in the mirror—at least, for the most part. She turned to face Velveteen, awaiting their feedback. 

Velveteen waved their hand in the air, clearly impressed with Ivy's looks. “I think that the dress looks quite fetching on you. It's almost as if it was custom made just for you."

Ivy giggled bashfully, the sound of her voice muffled by her muzzle. She gave an appreciative nod, feeling quite at ease around Velveteen. Their cool and mysterious attitude left Ivy feeling rather comfortable.

"Now, it'll be a wait before the fashion show is ready," Velveteen told her, glancing around the dressing room. "Do you need anything while you wait? A glass of water, a brief rundown of what to expect on the runway?”

It was difficult for Ivy to verbally reply, but she made a soft noise, holding up two fingers as if to say that she was interested in the second offer.

"Ah, is this your first time in fashion?"

Ivy nodded, smiling sheepishly behind her muzzle. Not that the expression could be easily seen with a hidden mouth, but the smile showed in her eyes, her brows conveying her shyness. She had never attempted such a feat, but that didn't mean that she did not want to try it out.

"It's quite a daunting endeavor for the first time. You may be quite nervous before the show," Velveteen reassured, "but just remember that your fellow models and I are here for you. The others will not be judgmental or catty. All we ask is that you simply try your best to be graceful and be yourself."

Ivy nodded. She wasn't always the most confident in herself, but she wanted to try this out. 

"Do you think you'll be okay to give this a try?" Velveteen asked in a gentle tone of voice.

Ivy smiled, her long and floppy ears twitching a little as she nodded once again. She held up her hand, giving a thumbs up symbol as if to say that she was ready—that she'd do her absolute best!

“Wonderful,” Velveteen said, offering a small smile in return. “If it would help you feel less anxious, I wouldn't mind waiting with you before the show begins. We can go over your little routine as you walk the runway. Would that sound good to you?”

A final nod from Ivy followed, eager to try out something new like a fashion show. It seemed that she had made a friend in Velveteen, and she couldn't be more grateful for their support and encouragement.