[The costume is almost an exact replica of the one the captured, busty heroine had been in on the particular chapter Noctis had chosen to read, the author of said book known for her detail in flashy clothes and her lack of knowledge of how sex worked, making the book a hilarious yet intriguing read. While Gladio could go without reading about some 'Inner Goddess' or galloping abs (seriously?) Some of the ideas were intriguing, which is why he liked this sort of thing in the first place. Playing with setting, feeling, all sorts of interesting things can happen.

The sex in the book itself is trite- Badly understood BDSM and a love story that can be predicted from a mile away. Noctis on the other hand looked amazing, the flimsy fabric of his outfit and panties fitting his slim form just right. Like all their other fun toys, Gladio doesn't skimp on quality despite the alarming amount of these sorts of costumes on the market. He'll, even his sweatpants are rich cashmere, just like the story went.]

What's wrong, pet. Not enjoying the festivities? [He teases with a line from the book, but quickly abandons following it to a tee. Instead he gently tugs on Noctis' leash, ordering him up without words.] Mm, but I think I've got a much better idea than something long and drawn out, huh?

[He leans in to kiss Noctis, one arm wrapping around his waist to pull his dolled up Prince in.]