*A few nights had passed since Ciara offered to have the Herald over for a little get-together and discuss fashion. After checking with Martha( Chrisie ) to see what sizes the petite Mekhet wore, Ciara had been busy assembling a wide variety of styles and vintages of clothing. She didn't want to change Martha's usual outfit; the school girl look worked well for her and had a certain charm. But Ciara couldn't shake the feeling that the city's Herald could do with a little variety, especially when it came to official Court functions.
She had sent a taxi to pick up the Herald from the Avalon for the meeting, not wishing to force Martha to have to bike to her office. The tall Ventrue busied herself in the meanwhile with organizing the collection of outfits she had chosen for the evening. She was pretty sure she had the past sixty years well covered, with most of the clothes coming from the past decade. They were mostly conservative, but a few more revealing evening dresses and outfits had been added in, just in case the Herald wished to deviate a little from her more academic attire.
And Ciara might have added one or two outfits that were far more revealing. By accident, of course...
Once everything was in place and Ciara had shooed the last of her mortal employee's out of the building, there is little the Lordess could do but wait...*