"A Night of Uncomfortable Elegance"

The sun had just set over the bustling streets of Ikebukuro, casting a warm orange glow over the city. Shizuo, dressed in his finest attire, arrived at the park at 7 pm sharp, looking a bit out of place among the neatly dressed couples and families. Izaya, resplendent in a tailored suit, flashed him a dazzling smile as he approached. "Shizu-chan, you look stunning," Izaya said, offering Shizuo his arm. Shizuo hesitated for a moment before taking it, feeling a bit awkward as they walked towards a sleek black limousine. The limousine whisked them away to the most exclusive restaurant in the city, a place only royalty and the ultra-rich could afford. The maître d' greeted them with a bow, showing them to their private table by the window. As they perused the menu, Izaya couldn't help but flirt shamelessly with Shizuo, making the big man blush. The food arrived, and they dug in, savoring the exquisite flavors. As they ate, Izaya reached under the table and produced a gift bag. "Shizu-chan, I got you a gift," he said, his voice low and seductive, a smirk playing on his lips. Shizuo's eyes narrowed as he took the bag, his face growing dark as he peeked inside. His growl was immediate. "What the fuck, flea? Why the hell is lingerie in this bag?!" Izaya's eyes locked onto Shizuo's, his gaze intense. "Shizu-chan, don't you think you would look good being fucked by me in lingerie? Just thinking about it got me horny." Shizuo choked on his food, gulping as he pushed his chair back, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell?" he thought, his mind reeling. Izaya laughed, a low, husky sound. "Come on, Shizu-chan, don't be shy. I just want to see you in something... feminine. You have such a strong, masculine exterior, but I bet you're just hiding a sweet, tender interior." Shizuo's face turned beet red as he spluttered, "I-I don't think so, flea. You're not getting me to wear that shit." Izaya's smirk grew wider. "Oh, but I think you would look stunning. And who knows, you might even enjoy it." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll make it worth your while, Shizu-chan. You know I always get what I want." Shizuo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting around the restaurant, wondering how he could make a quick escape. But Izaya's grip on his arm was like a vice, holding him in place. "Besides, Shizu-chan," Izaya continued, his voice dripping with seduction, "I have a feeling that once you try it, you'll be hooked. And I'll be the one to hook you." Shizuo's anger and embarrassment warred with a growing sense of unease. He had never felt so trapped, so at the mercy of another person. And yet, a small part of him was curious, wondering what it would be like to give in to Izaya's desires. "I-I don't know, flea," Shizuo stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Izaya's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, Shizu-chan, I think you do. You just need a little push."