“Kishou, pay attention.” Eto removes her hands from Arima’s eyes and slips out of the piggy-back ride. 

“What are these?” Arima goggles at the…

“Bras!” Eto holds up one. “We have dominatrix black spikes, sweet princess pink, a rainbow clown…What would you like?”

“Whatever you want.” Arima’s cheeks burn.

“No. I want to know what turns you on the most.” Eto frowns. “Otherwise i’ll have to buy them all, you know. One by one, we’ll test them out until I discover your Achilles’ heel.”

“Eto, no,” Arima protests. He sees the light in her eyes. 

“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.” Eto points to a garter belt. “Would you like me to wear one? I think I want to.”

She prances to another aisle. “Kishou, what if we get matching corsets?”

“You’ll never get me into one,” he says.

“Not even if I dress up in this?” Eto holds up a green negligee so scanty Arima gasps.

You better believe he wore the corset that night. And that he had his own special closet for every unmentionable Eto purchased that day.