Who else would be in an underwear shop but Eponine?
This might be the middle of the arena, where she's supposed to be fighting to the death, but Eponine would rather ignore that. She lugs a carrier bag with her, filled with dolls of herself and Eva and Howard and Orc and Ian and Parker and Mona and Sigma. But the dolls are disregarded in the face of proper corsets - oh, and bloomers! Corset and bloomers at last!
From the changing rooms comes the sound of laughter as Eponine attempts to lace herself into the corset she's chosen. But even over her laughter, she hears footsteps, and she calls out, trying to sound threatening,
"Who's there? Get out, or I will kill you! I have a weapon!" She has her ice skates, and a half laced corset. She's not coming out if she can help it.
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This might be the middle of the arena, where she's supposed to be fighting to the death, but Eponine would rather ignore that. She lugs a carrier bag with her, filled with dolls of herself and Eva and Howard and Orc and Ian and Parker and Mona and Sigma. But the dolls are disregarded in the face of proper corsets - oh, and bloomers! Corset and bloomers at last!
From the changing rooms comes the sound of laughter as Eponine attempts to lace herself into the corset she's chosen. But even over her laughter, she hears footsteps, and she calls out, trying to sound threatening,
"Who's there? Get out, or I will kill you! I have a weapon!" She has her ice skates, and a half laced corset. She's not coming out if she can help it.