Gotta get Dressed UP

When it came to fashion, Ione heavily preferred comfortable sweaters, simple clothing that could cover up their body with ease while keep them comfortable and able to function as pleased in the kitchen. If one opened their closet up they would see a good portion dedicated to varying styles of sweaters, mainly in argyle pattern and neutral hues. They favored straight cut jeans and loose trousers as well. Not too constricting for all heavy work the kitchen often demanded.
When the sweaters were off, this particular gluttony could easily be spotted in simple loose t-shirts which one of their partners, a certain scarred muscular gluttony far favored as it opened up access for nibbling and leaving behind bite marks.

Whenever one spotted them with their closest and best friend Limon, it often cause others to wonder how the opposite buns became so close as Limon was more flirty and dressed far more revealing than the reserved Ione. Their aesthetics was quite opposite as well. Yet the pair were quite close despite their differences.

When Limon had been invited to a gala hosted by one of her many acquaintances she had gone to Ione to invite them. There had been several arguments, pleading and bribing happening before the taller bun had caved in.
"Do not make me regret agreeing to this, Limon."
"I promise! You'll get a very modest dress." Ione was skeptical but knew they could trust the citrusy lust. They had known each other since litter years and Limon had always been respectful of their comfort boundaries.
"I'm thinking off the shoulder long sleeved dress, knit fabric with empire waist and flowy skirt?" Limon continued as they walked along the path to Cottontail Couture. Ione paused and glanced down at her
".......It will fit the gala through?" Limon nodded
"The skirt will be in more of satin fabric. No tulle or ruffles. Lace?" Limon giggled at the face her friend pulled.
"Keep it nice and simple then." she conceded, laughing at her taller friend who sighed softly.

"Could we go with dark colours?"
"Was thinking we could match in steel grey?" Ione paused and shook their head.
"Dark steel blue. It'll compliment our features more and you do have that smoky cosmetics set." Limon grinned at the colour suggestion.
".....I still hate skirts and dresses, Limon."
"Oh I know." Ione rolled their eyes at her amused smile as they entered the store. Ione promptly facepalmed when Peter greeted them and Limon immediately announced that Ione was getting a dress.
"I hate you." They muttered "No you don't." Limon easily rebuked with a laugh.

Peter took them to the knit fabric aisle after hearing the plans for Ione. A lovely dark steel blue fabric roll was easily pulled out and Ione insisted on getting a silk fabric in same colour for Limon who sighed with a soft laugh. A roll of lace and tulle were pulled for her, and satin for them. Peter easily got their measurements and went to work on getting the dresses together.

"I'm surprised you went for more modest cut." Ione commented as they sat down to wait with Limon leaning onto their chair.
"Figured it would match you better. Besides, one shoulder without sleeves is a good companion. Mine's just more lacy and frilly while yours is simpler." She shrugged and Ione nodded in appreciation.
".....We're going to get your hair all done up and you are going to keep your ears down through, my sweet glutton friend."
".....Only if you don't curl your ears, dear lust friend."
"Fuck."
Ione snorted as they knew of Limon's preference to keep her ears curled. Limon sighed at that and had to concede.
"It'd be fair then."
A long pause before
"I'm still binding my chest."
"DAMNIT IONE!"

Ione had to smirk at Limon. "You know how I feel about my chest."
Limon sighed. It had slipped their mind that Ione was not fond of showing off their bosoms in public and preferred to keep them covered up. They left when Peter returned with their dresses.

Several days later, Ione was fixing Limon's long ears so they were loosely wrapped around the other down one shoulder that was not covered before stepping back for Limon to admire them. Ione had gone for keeping their ears tied in front of them with steel blue satin ribbon and their hair had been put up in an elaborate updo. The taller gluttony glared down at her

"Can't believe I let you convince me to keep my hair like this." They groaned and Limon giggled as she stepped back to admire Ione in their dress. The off-shoulder dress had lovely knit fabric torso with sleeves that fit their arms perfectly and the skirt easily flared down to the floor in A line. It looked simple but elegant. Limon did not bother trying to convince them to wear jewelry as they had refused.
The citrus lust blinked when Ione reached out to brush some imaginary dust off her dress. Limon's dress was a lovely draped silk over one shoulder and her skirt was larger with tulle and lace. It spoke of her femininity well. Ione had convinced her to wear silver bangles to accompany the dress as her arms would look bare without and she had agreed. Surprisingly it had been Ione's idea to get manicures.

Ione offered her their arm and Limon took it with grace as they entered the gala.