Just Another Girl
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,276
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Just Another Girl
Disclaimer: The characters and setting are the property of SquareEnix. The author does not receive any profit from this fanfiction.
Just Another Girl
By Pink Lace
In the tiny, cramped bedroom below the plate, the drabness of the faded wallpaper and battered furnishings was relieved by the one spot of brightness and gaiety in the room – Nadine. Sitting on the bed putting on her black stockings, the sixteen year old girl was clad in her one set of good underwear made of red lace and “silk” or good enough to pass for silk. She was counting on him looking at the contents, not the wrapping.
On the other hand, it was important to be properly dressed. Nadine had worked long hours at her job selling lottery tickets to save up enough for tonight. For just this one night, she would live her dream, pretend that her life wasn’t this dull apartment.
Looking around her with a mixture of sadness, affection and pride, Nadine decided that more than half of all the girls in Midgar would love to have her life. Her father had been a Shinra employee and the company-paid insurance had yielded a hefty sum when he died during one of the many terrorist’s attacks. That had paid for the apartment, its old but neat furnishings and the funeral, with a little bit left over. In contrast to most of the others in the slums, Nadine and her mother were relatively well-off.
“A girl needs a dream though,” Nadine whispered to her reflection in her compact mirror as she carefully applied her cosmetics. They good cosmetics and Nadine knew how to apply them to their best effect. Bright pink lipstick and gloss to make her well-shaped lips look kissable and inviting. Foundation to even out her fair complexion. Nadine cursed the small pimples that dotted her forehead. Concealer, then. Powder and blush to give her facer color under the nightclub’s artificial lights. Eye make-up to make her her blue eyes more vivid.
A small sound from outside told her that her mother had arrived. “Honey are you there?”
“I’m here!” Nadine went out to kiss her mother in the cheek.
“Did you eat?” In the dim light of the apartment, Nadine’s mother looked old and tired, she had gained weight in the past few years and her hair was now turning grey. The job at the factory took a lot of her energy but she always spent an hour or two afterwards
“I ate a sandwich mom and I told you me and the girls are going out tonight,” said Nadine. It wasn’t a lie, not really.
“Alright, have fun honey. I’m glad you’re going out with your friends more.” Nadine’s mother yawned and retired to her own bedroom to sleep. Actually this had been a one-bedroom apartment but when they bought it, they had the bedroom divided into two small rooms. Each of them had barely enough room for one bed but it was worth it to have some privacy.
Fun, Nadine thought. Yes, that was it. Before she married, had children and grew old in the slums, for one night she would have him. Just one time would be enough, if it was with the man she had dreamt of for such a long time. He was beyond her reach for more than a casual night of fun but the memory of it would last forever and console her whenever she was unhappy. She would be just another girl to him, and that was okay, because he was her prince.
Back in her room, Nadine carefully applied the body makeup. Pink and white glitter-paint now spelled out the word “Angel” diagonally on the upper curve of her right breast, with white wings on either side. Putting on a short silver skirt that barely covered her panties and rode low on her hips, Nadine admired her own sewing abilities. Sure, it was basically just two rectangles of silver cloth sewn together, slit on either side but she the stitches were precise and it fit her perfectly.
The top came next, a pink halter-neck that was tied in front. It looked like a bra, except with some sheer fabric dripping from below her breasts to veil her sides, leaving her flat stomach and bellybutton bare.
Peering at her reflection on the full length mirror set on the back of her door, Nadine used her hands to test which would work better with her long, straight blonde hair.
Up or hanging loose? Hmm up, she decided. He would see more of her body if it was up. He wouldn’t want to bed her because she had nice hair, he would only do it if he wanted her body.
The total effect was good, she thought as she evaluated her look. It was missing something though…
Getting her purse ready first, she checked for the essentials like ID, wallet, money and keys. Taking out the worn picture of Rufus Shinra, Nadine carefully tucked it into the scrapbook with the other clippings and pictures under her pillow. She didn’t want him to think she was a stalker or something. Not that he would be looking into her purse but his bodyguards might.
She put on her high heeled silver shoes. She was ready except she looked too “good.” He only took the ones with the best bodies, but only if they looked sluttish.
Her full, round breasts, she knew, were her best feature. Boys always noticed them first. Though not really that large, they were big in proportion to her small waist and quite firm. Nadine took off her bra. The outline of her nipples was now visible through the thin cloth of her pink top. She added a silver y-shaped necklace for effect, the thin chain disappeared into her cleavage.
Now, because of the glitter, eyes would be drawn to her bosom first and then they would notice the lack of underwear. Surely this would signal her intentions loudly enough, being too slutty would make her cheap and she might be stopped at the entrance if she looked like she didn’t belong.
Now for the most expensive item of her wardrobe, her coat. This was a necessary extravagance as the guards situated at the entrance to keep the rabble away would never let her through if she didn’t have appropriate clothes.
Just Another Girl
By Pink Lace
In the tiny, cramped bedroom below the plate, the drabness of the faded wallpaper and battered furnishings was relieved by the one spot of brightness and gaiety in the room – Nadine. Sitting on the bed putting on her black stockings, the sixteen year old girl was clad in her one set of good underwear made of red lace and “silk” or good enough to pass for silk. She was counting on him looking at the contents, not the wrapping.
On the other hand, it was important to be properly dressed. Nadine had worked long hours at her job selling lottery tickets to save up enough for tonight. For just this one night, she would live her dream, pretend that her life wasn’t this dull apartment.
Looking around her with a mixture of sadness, affection and pride, Nadine decided that more than half of all the girls in Midgar would love to have her life. Her father had been a Shinra employee and the company-paid insurance had yielded a hefty sum when he died during one of the many terrorist’s attacks. That had paid for the apartment, its old but neat furnishings and the funeral, with a little bit left over. In contrast to most of the others in the slums, Nadine and her mother were relatively well-off.
“A girl needs a dream though,” Nadine whispered to her reflection in her compact mirror as she carefully applied her cosmetics. They good cosmetics and Nadine knew how to apply them to their best effect. Bright pink lipstick and gloss to make her well-shaped lips look kissable and inviting. Foundation to even out her fair complexion. Nadine cursed the small pimples that dotted her forehead. Concealer, then. Powder and blush to give her facer color under the nightclub’s artificial lights. Eye make-up to make her her blue eyes more vivid.
A small sound from outside told her that her mother had arrived. “Honey are you there?”
“I’m here!” Nadine went out to kiss her mother in the cheek.
“Did you eat?” In the dim light of the apartment, Nadine’s mother looked old and tired, she had gained weight in the past few years and her hair was now turning grey. The job at the factory took a lot of her energy but she always spent an hour or two afterwards
“I ate a sandwich mom and I told you me and the girls are going out tonight,” said Nadine. It wasn’t a lie, not really.
“Alright, have fun honey. I’m glad you’re going out with your friends more.” Nadine’s mother yawned and retired to her own bedroom to sleep. Actually this had been a one-bedroom apartment but when they bought it, they had the bedroom divided into two small rooms. Each of them had barely enough room for one bed but it was worth it to have some privacy.
Fun, Nadine thought. Yes, that was it. Before she married, had children and grew old in the slums, for one night she would have him. Just one time would be enough, if it was with the man she had dreamt of for such a long time. He was beyond her reach for more than a casual night of fun but the memory of it would last forever and console her whenever she was unhappy. She would be just another girl to him, and that was okay, because he was her prince.
Back in her room, Nadine carefully applied the body makeup. Pink and white glitter-paint now spelled out the word “Angel” diagonally on the upper curve of her right breast, with white wings on either side. Putting on a short silver skirt that barely covered her panties and rode low on her hips, Nadine admired her own sewing abilities. Sure, it was basically just two rectangles of silver cloth sewn together, slit on either side but she the stitches were precise and it fit her perfectly.
The top came next, a pink halter-neck that was tied in front. It looked like a bra, except with some sheer fabric dripping from below her breasts to veil her sides, leaving her flat stomach and bellybutton bare.
Peering at her reflection on the full length mirror set on the back of her door, Nadine used her hands to test which would work better with her long, straight blonde hair.
Up or hanging loose? Hmm up, she decided. He would see more of her body if it was up. He wouldn’t want to bed her because she had nice hair, he would only do it if he wanted her body.
The total effect was good, she thought as she evaluated her look. It was missing something though…
Getting her purse ready first, she checked for the essentials like ID, wallet, money and keys. Taking out the worn picture of Rufus Shinra, Nadine carefully tucked it into the scrapbook with the other clippings and pictures under her pillow. She didn’t want him to think she was a stalker or something. Not that he would be looking into her purse but his bodyguards might.
She put on her high heeled silver shoes. She was ready except she looked too “good.” He only took the ones with the best bodies, but only if they looked sluttish.
Her full, round breasts, she knew, were her best feature. Boys always noticed them first. Though not really that large, they were big in proportion to her small waist and quite firm. Nadine took off her bra. The outline of her nipples was now visible through the thin cloth of her pink top. She added a silver y-shaped necklace for effect, the thin chain disappeared into her cleavage.
Now, because of the glitter, eyes would be drawn to her bosom first and then they would notice the lack of underwear. Surely this would signal her intentions loudly enough, being too slutty would make her cheap and she might be stopped at the entrance if she looked like she didn’t belong.
Now for the most expensive item of her wardrobe, her coat. This was a necessary extravagance as the guards situated at the entrance to keep the rabble away would never let her through if she didn’t have appropriate clothes.