Playing (Expensive) Dress Up
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THREADID
109
POSTS
81 - 90
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*Ciara follows behind Martha as the tiny Keeper skips over to the couch. Her own outfit prevented Ciara from setting at the moment, the tall Ventrue instead offering Martha an arm to steady herself with she should need it.* Why don't I hold the dress for you, Martha? I think it might make getting changed a little difficult for you. *She teases the tiny Mekhet in a friendly way, trying to keep the friendly banter between them going. She holds her other arm out for Marth tto rest the dress on.*
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For a moment, with Ciara's improving mood and the playful teasing and general fun she was having Martha quite forgot the time and place. Her mind ran swiftly to the close friendships of college dormitories and dressing up for college festivals.
With a cheery giggle Martha agreed and allowed Ciara to look after the dress while she prepared. She was soon down to her clean and modest underwear once more. There was no clenching of fists this time or hesitancy. Only a happy smile to Ciara as she tried to imagine the best way to put this daring gown on. It would reveal so much...it could change things.
Accepting the opportunity offered, Martha smiled to Ciara and took a deep breath as she looked to Ciara for help in finding the most effective and professional way to wear the gown.
The lavender aroma of Martha's soap and scent is all to obvious again as she sheds layers of clothes.
The paleness of her skin.
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*The tall Ventrue was happy to see that Martha seemed more comfortable now, even as she undressed. Not for the first time Ciara wondered about the particular scent of soap the tiny Herald used; wondering if it held any significance to Martha or her past. It was a question she would probably never know the answer to, but it gave Ciara something to focus her thoughts on while Martha removed the old dress.
Once Martha was down to her unmentionables, Ciara looks down at her with a soft smile.* Arms up... *She says softly, lifting the dress above the Keepers head. It would be simpler to lower it onto Martha, the height difference between the two women making things a little easier.
Once Martha was ready, Ciara would lower the delicate outfit to the Keeper; careful both with the dress and the small Makhet that would be wearing it.*
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Martha quickly and obediently raised her arms and clearly enjoyed the feel of the dress slip over her and Ciara's gentility and this showed in her eyes and smile offered to Ciara. All internal giggles as she was lost in daydreams of dormitories and...she looked to Ciara's eyes and legs and smiled.
"Thank you very much!" she chirped with eager sincerity as she helped Ciara smooth the small amount of fabric out over herself. She studied the so very obvious C-Leg. The sheer narrowness of hem of the black dress could not conceal the extent of her amputation now. Martha had only to accept the exposure of the full length of her C-Leg. She almost blushed and wondered how she might convert her thoughts to celebration. The ricochet of Ciara's suggestion of celebrating her mutilation was so novel it was still careening in her mind.
Her mind raced. She stroked at the upper part of the C-Leg. Unused to seeing it exposed as this and she then stroked out creases and wrinkles in the gown and train. The Edwardian sense of styling was familiar to her and she now felt very...modern.
Another beaming smile was offered to Ciara. "Goodness me!" she gasped. "I feel so oddly...modern!" she shared in a giggling whisper. Her soft lips close to Ciara's ear as she conspired to shield her words from eavesdropping by a carefully cupped hand.
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My pleasure... *Ciara answers softly. As the two Kindred smooth out the little bumps and wrinkles in the dress, Ciara's mind had already turned to the accessories to go with it. She thought about leggins for a moment, but decides that would draw away from the whole purpose of the dress to show off it's wearer's legs. Instead, she decides to focus on Martha's neck; a nice choker perhaps.
She watches as Martha inspected the C-leg, wondering what was going through the tiny keeper's mind at the moment. Martha does not seem to dwell on it for long, however, and Ciara returns her smile.* I'm glad you like it, Martha. *Ciara has to repress a giggle as Martha whispers in her ear; the soft breath tickling a sensitive spot on the Ventrue.*
If you'll excuse me for just a moment, we're not finished quite yet... *Ciara reaches up, a single finger petting Martha's cupped hand as the tall Ventrue slips away for a moment. When she returns, she is carrying a pair of simple black flats slip-ons in one hand and a strip of black lace in the other.
It takes her a moment to bend down with the constricting dress on; but Ciara manages. It's more of a kneel on one knee; but it puts the Ventrue in proper position to help Martha with the shoes. She readies the shoe for the right foot first; not sure if the one for the left was needed...*
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Wide eyed and nodding, Martha smiled meekly and playfully. Twin tails bobbed. She nodded again obediently as she watched Ciara walk away to gather the things.
Taking advantage of being alone for a moment, Martha studied her blurry self in the long looking glass. Testing her walk in this dress. Well, she'd have to admit she was really trying in vain to emulate Ciara in poise and grace.
Hearing Ciara return Martha swiftly pretended to have been making certain her C-Leg was secure. Blinking bashfully she nodded with some form of obvious nervous excitement at the shoes. "Goodness! I shall have to be careful..." she made a point of balancing to help Ciara fit the shoe. Watching the activity with widening eyes, Martha bit harder at her lower lip as the shoe slipped on.
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*Ciara easily slips the shoe onto Martha's biological foot, then turns her attention to the prosthetic one. She frowns for a moment, but it was because of the shoe's short comings and nothing to do with any fault in the c-leg. She slips the second shoe onto Martha's left foot, testing it for stability and to make sure it would stay on.* I should have brought something that laces up... *She murmurs under her breath; as if making a note to herself for a future showing. Whether is was of the dress, or of Martha, remained to be seen.
She helps Martha lower her leg and steady herself once more, remaining on the floor for a moment to ensure the dress was fitted properly on the tiny Herald. Content everything was in order, Ciara tries to keep her mind on the task at hand and focus on the choker she had brought for Martha. But it all ends up being too temping to the female Ventrue: the close proximity of her fellow Kindred, Martha's palpable excitement, the soft scent of her soup and body, the soft, pale skin just inches away from Ciara.
Indulging herself for a moment, Ciara leans her head in, placing a soft kiss on Martha's left leg. Half on her skin, half on the prosthetic leg, Ciara lets the caress linger for just a moment before returning to her feet. It was a bit of a struggle in the dress she wore, but Ciara managed it with some degree of dignity; slowly moving behind Martha and unspooling the last piece of the outfit.
The choker itself was a simple, black velvet band; it was the gem affixed to the front that sparkled in the full-length mirror. Ciara begins to place it on the tiny Mekhet, then stops. Having someone's hands around her neck might unsettle anyone, Ciara instead holds the piece up and over Martha's shoulder so she can see it in reflection in the mirror.* Do you wish to put this on, or shall I? *She asks softly, whispering into Martha's ear as she had done to her a few moments before.*
Choker
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Martha watched with eyes like saucers as Ciara kissed her leg. Soft lips on flesh thigh and cold metal. It was all simply too much! Tiny Martha gasped in amazement.
Gentle hands help Ciara stand and she nods with eagerness at the thought of the choker. Flushed with so many thoughts and feelings and imaginings, Martha smiled and spoke softly; "oh...oh...can you do it, please? I fear my inexpert hands may tremble too much..." she says. Her voice now where near as steady as she hoped it would sound as she watched the ruby jewel sparkle.
Ciara had celebrated her amputation in a manner unforeseen.
"Thank you, Ciara." she added in a gentle whisper and with an excited smile.
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Of course... *She answers softly. If Ciara notices the tremble in Martha's voice, she certainly doesn't make note of it as she straightens the fabric of the choker. She eases it around the front of Martha's chest and down into place, taking a moment to make sure the fabric was situated properly and the jewel was centered on the tiny Herald's slim neck; fingertips gently running along the inside edge of the choker to make sure it was not tucked under itself before situating the clasp in the back.
Taking a step back, Ciara gives the outfit and Martha a good looking over; but it is clear something does not set well with the tall Ventrue. She thinks over the problem, returning Martha's smile as she speaks.* My pleasure, Martha. As long as you are enjoying yourself, that is all the thanks I need...
*Something seems to click in Ciara's mind, and she quickly steps back into position behind Martha. Deft fingers undo the twin tail bobs; letting Martha's hair spill free. Thin fingers gently comb through the Herald's hair; Ciara would need a brush to do a proper job of it. But she manages to shape and contour Martha's hair into a rough form of what she wanted.* That's better... *She whispers softly in Martha's ear; but whether it was to the Herald or just to herself was hard to tell.*
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As her hair is untied, tiny Martha trembles and blinks. This has come as a surprise. The shortness of the skirt was one thing. The hair was another.
Ciara's whisper goes somewhere to reassuring her. Turning to offer a shy, wide eyed, smile. "Thank you." she offers meekly. Delicate hands played with her hair. Toying with the hair, she hobbled over to the long mirror. Invoked her sense of Will and transformed the blur and distortions to an image of greater clarity.
Martha does not so much as admire the image she sees, rather she studies it with wide eyes of bewilderment. She strokes at the high hemline and studies how the C-Leg looks on her before glancing to stare at Ciara's legs and tries to imagine what they might be like; were they not hidden by the long dress.
Nodding to Ciara. There is another shy smile.
"This is so bold..." she offers in demur tones. "I...the long hair..." she studies the image of her legs in the long mirror once more and becomes lost in her thoughts.
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