The next day at the guild, Lucy found Juvia lingering near the request board, cheeks pink. Their eyes met. Something electric passed between them—Lucy's confident smirk, Juvia's shy downward glance.
That afternoon Lucy took Juvia shopping in Magnolia's hidden boutique district. "I want you in something that shows exactly who you belong to," Lucy whispered in her ear as they stepped into a private fitting room.
She chose the dress herself: a deep crimson cheongsam-style gown with a high collar and intricate golden embroidery of stars and waves. The fabric was silk so thin it clung like a second skin. Most sinful of all were the slits—high on both sides, running from hip to ankle, revealing the full length of Juvia's smooth legs with every step. One wrong move and the dress would part completely, exposing lace panties (or nothing at all). The hem barely reached mid-thigh when standing still.
Juvia stood before the mirror, trembling as Lucy adjusted the side slits higher, fingers brushing bare skin. "Look at you," Lucy purred, stepping behind her and pressing the unmistakable bulge of her cock against Juvia's ass through the fabric. "One tug and this dress is useless. Everyone will see how wet you get for me." Juvia's breath hitched, nipples visible through the silk. "Do you like it, Juvia?" Lucy asked, voice low and commanding.
"Yes, Lucy-sama," Juvia whispered, already dripping. "It makes me feel… exposed. Like I'm yours to show off."
Lucy bought it on the spot, along with matching crimson heels and a delicate golden choker that read "Celestial Property" in tiny engraved letters only they could read up close.