Playing (Expensive) Dress Up

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara watches Martha's motions, the way she emulated Ciara's gentle massage of her calf. Ciara remembered reading about Phantom Limb Syndrome, where a missing limb could still cause pain to it's owner. She couldn't help but idlely wonder if the tiny Herald suffered from the same affliction. Somewhat lost in thought, she almost misses Martha's offer. The thin Venture blinks twice, that certainly wasn't the questions she was expecting.

For a moment she considers declining, she didn't not want Martha to felt imposed upon. But, it would give Ciara an excuse to get out of the dress. No matter how beautiful it was, she was eager to get back into regular clothing for a while. She nods her head once, giving Martha an appreciative smile.* That is very kind of you Martha. Just let me slip back into something more comfortable, I do not wish to wrinkle your lovely gift. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I will be with you in a moment...

*She turns away from Martha, and moves back to the clothes racks. It takes Ciara a few moments to extricate herself from the elaborate dress, Ciara taking time to carefully hang the dress up alongside the other outfits. She fumbles for a few moments with the bustier, thin fingers searching behind her back for the zipper; but that too soon joins the other outfits.

She takes the silk robe from earlier, keeping her back to the Herald until she had once more wrapped the soft material around her and cinched it closed around the waist. She considers taking the heels off as well, but Martha seemed to enjoy them so; Ciara deciding to leave them on for the moment. Happily comfortable in the loose robe, Ciara turns back to Martha and waits for the Herald to situate herself on one end of the large couch.

Ciara walks slowly back to Martha; her pace the same gentle gate she normally carried herself with in Court. It was nowhere near as stressful as the runway walk she had done earlier; and it gave Martha time to make herself comfortable on the couch.

As she draws close, Ciara makes her way to the end opposite Martha and gently lowering herself down. Careful to keep the top of the robe closed with one hand, Ciara lets out a soft sigh as she lays out on the couch. It was nice to be off her feet for a while, the tall Ventrue enjoying a chance to stretch out for the moment.*

[Martha Villiers]

Watching Ciara's gait and shoes with great and obvious interest, Martha followed her host's actions until she sat down. Smiling meekly to Ciara, Martha paid attention to Ciara's silken robe now. Watching to see where it fell about her legs and the shape and contours revealed.

As Ciara sighed in relaxation Martha nodded in agreement and settled back in the seat. Once more emulating Ciara's actions. seemingly all wide eyed innocence. For a moment she clutched at her gymslip in a gesture mimicking Ciara's hold on the robe. Then dainty fingers played with her long unbound hair.

Ciara's languid stretching prompted Martha to recall lazy days in the sunshine. Lazy afternoons when she and her friends would escape the cloisters of college to sit on the riverbank under the willows to recite poetry or discuss Aristophanes and Hegel. With a wistful smile, she glanced to Ciara. Trying to gather a hint about Ciara's mood or thoughts.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara watches with interest as Martha mimics her moves, more than a little curious as to the motivation. Perhaps the tiny Herald wished to emulate her; Martha certainly seemed to take a keen interest in her legs and the way she walked. Still, while imitation may be the most sincere form of flattery, Ciara knew all too well the affects unlife could have on a Kindred mind.

For just a moment, Ciara has a near-panic-inducing vision of the dainty Herald, hefting two disembodied legs and cackling manically. Ciara's usually soft face goes slack for a moment, her eyes wide as saucers at the idea as she looks down to her exposed legs. She quickly recovers however, Ciara shaking her head to try and chase away the idea. When she looks back to Martha, her face has returned to normal and her ever-so-slightly playful smile perks up the corners of her mouth.

She studies the tiny Herald for a moment, trying to read what was going on behind Martha's shy facade; but she fails to read anything beyond the wistful smile. Content she was simply letting her imagination run away with her, Ciara waits until Martha had settled at the other end of the couch to lift her feet off the floor.

She turns slightly, placing her calves over Martha's lap; the hem of the robe riding up slightly to expose a bit more of Ciara's thigh. Her feet rest on the arm of the couch, heels dangling off the side so they did not damage the fabric. Her soft smile and relaxed posture made it clear she was happy to be off her feet and stretching out, and eager for a nice massage from Martha's small hands.*

[Martha Villiers]

If Ciara's unease caused Martha disquiet, the feeling lasted only as long as it took Ciara to rest her legs across her lap.

As Martha watches Ciara ease the robe aside to reveal her sleek legs, her hands raise. Hovering placidly over the exposed slender feet and ankles as if she were about to begin the play a delicate minuet across a keyboard.

A wide eyed stare at the feet and legs. Martha bites gently at her lower lip and trembles for a moment. Taking the time to keep her urges where she felt they belonged and offer a sweetly bashful smile to Ciara.

Martha is soon beginning a gentle and careful massage of Ciara's feet and calves. Her soft and dainty hands and fingers begin to ease tension in tendons and muscles. In an echo of her momentary impression of about to play the piano, Martha gently began to hum the melody to Chopin's Nocturne Op 9 No 2 as she takes care to make no sudden or startling gestures...seeming to seek only to help Ciara relax.

Bright blue eyes watch each toe and every trim inch of Ciara's legs to where the silken robe obscures them.




[[ Chopin: http://youtu.be/TEaMdjHsBOY ]]

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara offers a comforting smile to Martha's bashful one, noting the positioning of her fingers and hands. Her suspicions were confirmed a few moments later when she hears the tiny Herald softly hum. Ciara vaguely recognized the tune; she couldn't give it a proper name, but many of the Kindred of London took an interest in the arts, and she was sure she had heard it before in her Requiem.*

*She sighs softly, the tall Ventrue letting out a happy murmur as Martha began massaging her legs gently. It wasn't a loud sound, but it was clear Ciara was enjoying the attention to her muscles. She begins to truly relax again, half closing her eyes but still watching Martha's motions with a certain interest.

As the dainty hands of the Herald work on the back of her calves, Ciara flexes the muscles gently; the gentle contractions causing her soft skin to gently brush against Martha's fingers.*

[Martha Villiers]

Feeling the muscles under the skin work and tense Martha adds a purr to the Chopin.

Massaging Ciara's calves, ankles and moving to the knees. Not daring yet to advance up Ciara's sleek thighs, Martha contents herself to the study of as much of Ciara's legs as can be massaged. Trying to give no cause for anxiety: delicate and gentle, her fingers and hands work hard to ease tension.

...Celebrate...

...celebrate...

Smiling as she luxuriated in the feel of the perfect muscles under the skin and attempted to expel stress.

How might Ciara celebrate her legs if she wore a C-Leg?

This very question was forming on her lips, but the Chopin was not yet finished. With wide eyes Martha looks meekly to Ciara...drawn by a thousand impulses, to the magnetic presence.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara smiles as she watches Martha's reaction to the movement of her muscles, comfortably relaxed as the small fingers slowly work their way up her leg. She can't help but wonder if the Herald might enjoy the same attentions. Ciara had found a very enjoyable spa that catered to late-night visitors; perhaps a little gift would be in order after tonight...

Ciara watches as Martha moves to her knee, enjoying the smile on Martha's lip and happy that the Mekhet seemed to be enjoying it herself. Her arm finally close enough to touch, Ciara reaches a thin arm down to gently caress Martha's forearm. It was meant to reassure the Herald; to let Martha know the Lordess was enjoying herself and that is was alright to continue.

There seemed to be something uncertain in the shy look the Keeper gave Ciara; but the tall Ventrue did not press.*

[Martha Villiers]

Reassured and clearly pleased by the friendly touch upon her forearm Martha continues with a brighter smile. With this permission Martha begins to indulge her gentle and obvious interest in Ciara's knees and lower thighs.

Still smiling and remaining sweetly silent Martha is now completely absorbed in massaging Ciara's legs from delicate feet to sleek mid thigh. Martha makes no sudden movements and seems intent only to provide relaxation and an en passant aroma of lavender.

Offering Ciara a shy, almost girlish, smile from time to time.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara watches as Martha continues the gentle massage; glad to have the evening end on such a positive note. After all the discussion and questions, it was nice to be able to finish up simply enjoying each other's company. And, she did like to be pampered. She idly wonders if the Herald will seek her advice on clothing in the future; it could certainly make for an interesting entrance at Court...*

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