all dressed up, headed nowhere but you (trixya) - dare
Katya, still decked up in high whore drag from her show, emphasis on whore, crawled into his lap, her black silk robe falling open over her chest.
“Hello,” she said, red mouth curled slyly, eyes searching his. Then she leaned in and bit his lower lip.
(AN: first time posting! i have something longer in the works but i wanted to put this out first. this is shameless smut, set sometime future-ish, established relationship. i use “she” and “katya” here, but it is queen!fic. warnings for implied mild gender dysphoria and gender-y sex stuff.)