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[clark_luthor]

It's been about one month since Doc began working for LuthorCorp, about one month since Clark began his slow dismantling of the puzzle that is Adrian Cohen. (Or so she calls herself.) It's far, far longer than most of his so-called relationships, since he usually never even bothers to get to know the women he sleeps with and never sees them again,

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[victormakesart]

Victor is freshly showered, with her hair curled the best she can curl it with it being as short as it is. Also she curled her hair MacGyver style, with pencils and hairspray because of course she doesn't have a curler. Curlers are for girls.

A smudge of gray eye-shadow, a little bit of lipgloss, but the thing is the dress, provided by one very rich patron. Thin straps across her shoulders (she feels like they make her shoulders look broader, but she has a beautiful back so that's okay). The dress is red and black and beautiful, falling silky, showing cleavage, but more than that showing off scars. She's sure he picked that dress out on purpose, to show as many scars as possible. She's positive she looks exactly like a man in a dress.

A clutch purse. Strappy high heels that she can't walk in. The only thing that really ruins it is the big chunky wooden bracelets with birds carved into them, painted bright blues and greens and oranges.

[clark_luthor]

He lets himself in, using the key instead of breaking the lock like he would for most other people. He takes one look at her and frowns a little. "Those bracelets stay home." They're enormous, they don't match her outfit, and the colors are just ridiculous.

[victormakesart]

A little sigh, she slips off her bracelets and leaves them on her desk. "I figured I'd give them a shot. I think they're pretty," she says. She smooths her dress down, fidgets, hands twisting in front of her. This is not in her comfort zone. She's sure the outfit is giving her brain damage.

[clark_luthor]

"If your dress were those colors, they'd be fine," he says, but gives her current state of dress an approving eye, judging her suitable for public viewing. "You look good." A little less made-up than his usual one-time companions, but part of the point of bringing her is to shove a little bit of socially acceptable rebellion in his father's face. And because she's a lot more interesting than the vapid beauty queens he used to take. "Let's go. My driver's waiting."