[ When Korra gets back from work, there should be, balanced on the sill of her bedroom window, a simple blue box. Inside it, wrapped in snowy-white layers of tissue, are ten silk/lace lingerie sets, each one a different style and shade. Blue. Red. White. Purple. Black. Some withcorsets. Some withprints and stockings. They're expensive stuff, meant to fit. But like all expensive stuff, when you put them on, they make you look like someone you don't recognize. (Perhaps don't want to recognize?) The last item in the box is. Well. A reminder that the sender is sort of a troll. ]
[ At the very bottom of the box is a plain card with an address. Not of a motel but a street near the Casino in the Underground. If the gift -- is it a gift? or is it a gag? -- displeases, here is where Korra can go to toss the box at the sender's head. ]
Delivery - Dated Friday Night<3
[ At the very bottom of the box is a plain card with an address. Not of a motel but a street near the Casino in the Underground. If the gift -- is it a gift? or is it a gag? -- displeases, here is where Korra can go to toss the box at the sender's head. ]