#(And I wanted her to hold up perhaps the most un-Sonia outfit possible...while still being dark and kawaii)

[morethanaprincess-a]

"Sonia, for all of your boldness, I think you could get away with wearing something a little more daring than this. While I'm certainly not suggesting you wear something from a gravure shoot, wouldn't you want to try out some of the shorter skirts and other outfits? You'd look amazing in them!" Eira smiles, already checking the racks of the dressing room for colors and styles that would fit the princess.

"The windows into the studio are frosted, so even if someone did know you were here, there's little they could do about it. Bacchus and the rest of the security do a fantastic job keeping fans away whenever they do come by. This is one of the few places I feel safe and can just... kick back and be whatever I feel like being. Part of being an idol is experimenting with who you want to be, and how you want to be seen. Whatever happens here won't get out of our hands. I can assure you. So! This is your chance to have some fun, and also wear outfits you probably couldn't wear otherwise."

Beside Eira, for once, it was Sonia who was hesitant. Sonia, who found exploring convenience stores at three AM to be an adventure. Sonia, who eagerly befriended ghosts. Her hands sifted through the various racks and hangers while the princess herself shivered in the terrycloth robe she wore. The attire she'd worn to a business meeting, a luncheon, and a ribbon cutting hung on a separate hanger away from the idol's attire: a tweed skirt-suit with a hemline that grazed her knees, a silk bow blouse, and suede Jimmy Choo heels. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary. She held up a pale yellow frilly...something. Were those shorts or a skirt? Before shaking her head and placing them back on the rack.

"It's different for you, Eira-chan. This is the personality you must adopt for your career," Sonia explained. She wasn't frustrated, but she wasn't cheerful either: she simply...was. She'd accepted that some things, like her birth and future, were not able to be altered. "Idols are supposed to be lively, young, and with plenty of outfits inspired by schoolgirls or maids most of the time. At least, that's what I remember my idol friend in high school wearing often. But when I turned eighteen, my life became different: I could step outside and be ambushed by cameras, all looking for the photograph that will embarrass me and make them rich. For goodness sake, I have metal weights sewn into most of my skirts and dresses just in case of wind!"

All it took was one unfortunate panty shot on an airport tarmac and then every female member of the Royal Family's dresses were altered over the course of a week, with new ones coming with the tiny metal weights already stitched into the hems. Sonia held up one of the maid outfits she'd suggested, this one with a very ruffly white apron over tiers of pink, frothy ruffles in the dress' skirt. That one was also put away.

"I feel as if we have to portray a similar personality, though, but in different ways," She continued, coming to the end of one rack of frills while another awaited her. "We must both appear to be kind, friendly, approachable, and without romantic interests to speak of. And despite all I've got of the latter being arrangements my family and the Royal Council have set up for me, dinners at Joel Robuchon or private hotel dining rooms never call for such a short hemline. I turned eighteen and that day, I supposedly became a woman, not a girl. And women, at least in my family, are supposed to exude timeless elegance. Not cuteness."

It was only when she finished did the princess realize how dour she sounded. She quickly glanced at her friend, shaking her head with a smile. "Not that my situation is so dire! I have plenty more freedoms than other royals, the Japanese princesses in particular. They aren't even allowed to wear the shorter skirts with their school uniforms, nor are they allowed to inherit the Chrysanthemum Throne: it must go to the first eligible male heir of the bloodline."

That, in Sonia's opinion, was far worse. But Eira had nixed the lolita outfit Sonia had originally held up for approval: Burgundy and black with lace, ribbons, and would make her look like a proper vampire with her fair complexion and a bit of red eyeshadow and lipstick. The problem, it seemed, was the hem that ended just above the knees and that was not cute enough nor suitable for an idol. At least Eira could, one day, stop being an idol and likely dress and live as she wished. For Sonia, she would be a professional royal until the day she died. At least, as she thumbed through racks, she could temporarily forget about it.

Especially as she stumbled upon the most risque attire yet. With a gasp and widened eyes, Sonia held up the hanger towards Eira: a black patent vinyl crop top and matching very short skirt, black vinyl thigh high stockings and gloves, and a harness and headdress in the shape of bat wings with coordinating ruffled frills and ribbons. "Goodness, this is tighter and less fabric than my usual wet suit!" Sonia exclaimed, cheeks pink as she had to consider the obvious. "Did you wear this for a spooky Halloween concert? However did you manage not to show your undergarments?"

#more-than-a-princess answered #dcviated #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Sonia's very confused as to how Eira and her groupmates are not constantly subjected to inappropriate photos and videos tbh) #(And I wanted her to hold up perhaps the most un-Sonia outfit possible...while still being dark and kawaii) #(Not the right blog but: You're welcome for the mental image Wylan.)