Completed [Azure Reflections] Full Silver Straitjacket

[Evarista]

70th of Autumn, 516 A.V. No more drinks today. That's what she had decided. Tempting as it was to take a sip or ten while idling in her room, Evarista had to stay sober for the upcoming evening. The wine from the morning was already gone from her system by afternoon, allowing her to make some preparations. Preparations for a most prestigious shopping trip she was about to bring Hwyn on. That little girl had looked rather excited for it in the morning. If anything, this would help Evarista keep an eye on her, so that she wasn't snatched away by some sharp-eyed slaver. Of course, she was aware that the shop was closed in the evening, but that didn't matter. The air-headed peacock kelvic that watched the place during open hours was useless to her. For what she was planning to do, only Alira herself would suffice. The high-society seamstress and proprietor was difficult to get a hold of, but Evarista knew how to pique her interest. She had sent a letter to her before lunch, where she asked the woman to meet her at the shop during the evening for a special commission involving a very particular type of fabric. Alira should understand what it was all about. Evarista didn't receive a reply, but was rather confident that her message was received. The only potential problem was the short notice. There was nothing left to do but hope that Ms. Wickham the socialite didn't have an appointment with some mysterious cavalier right this evening. That would mess things up. Well, the black-haired girl did have a plan B of sorts. Yae's coffee house was open until rather late, so she could always take the blonde there instead if the shopping plans flopped. Provided the security would even let Hwyn set foot there. Evarista's setup was shabby as always, and she knew it, but... whatever. Just do it. The time she had appointed with Hwyn was nearing. Sorting through the possible ways of transportation, the lazy aristocrat chose as she always did: the way of least effort. Grabbing Imhon from his carpentry workshop, she explained to the akalak slave that she needed a ride to the green café. The man looked busy, but as always, he didn't let out a single word, simply putting down his tools and following the girl to the ravosala parking space at the courtyard. There was nothing particularly secret going on this time, so taking advantage of some comfort was preferable to sneaking about as Evarista generally had to do. The evening ride was rather pleasant. Sitting at the bow of the ravosala, the girl closed her eyes and simply felt the breeze while man standing behind her worked the propulsion. She was a little disappointed for not being able to enjoy the trip longer; going by water took a lot less time than going on foot. The fun was just starting, though. Letting the akalak silently park the ravosala in front of the café, Evarista didn't bother to step out on the terrace. She didn't even bother to get up, since the boat should be clearly visible anyway, even from inside of the building. Hwyn's shift should have already ended some time ago, though she wasn't quite sure about how a waitress' working hours were set up. Rubbing her chin, the girl stared at the sky absent-mindedly as she waited for her new acquaintance to join her.

[Hwyn]

Full Silver Straitjacket

As evening approached Hwyn slowly got antsier as pent up energy and excitement started to come to a head this was going to be his first night out on Ravok, his day had been fairly uneventful he simply got to enjoy the occasional compliments as he met new customers who all seemed to appreciate the appearance of a new face in the cafe, and equally Hwyn enjoyed the appreciation. he received, it was an odd sort of symbioic relationship he felt he was forming in his new work environment. If each day he spent at work at the cafe was similar he felt he could enjoy the stable life that such work offered.

After his shift ended Hwyn grinned as he got to take off the Apron he'd been wearing all day and let his hair out of the tight ponytail Azelea made him wear. Belting his short blade to his thigh Hwyn looked at himself in the mirror. Though lacking for colorfulness their was something to be said for the simplicity of a black dress, it was a look that most anyone could pull off. That said having options was always the best and that was one of his main reasons for taking the odd woman up on her offer, he needed more outfits, or wanted, felt like he needed anyways.

So sitting outside on the Terrace in the cool evening Hwyn swung his legs while watching the canals and waiting. He still didn't know what sort of outfit he wanted, but hopefully whoever ran the store was well aware of what was fashionable in Ravok. When the woman did finally show up in a boat of some sort Hwyn no longer had any doubts abut the woman's wealth, the large man powering the boat was an intimidating presence but he seemed to be absentmindedly operating the small vessel with few regards to anything else. Slowly approaching the vessel Hwyn timidly bowed to the pair aboard the vessel before stepping inside of it nervously. Sitting in the middle Hwyn tried not to show his fear of falling out of the boat but otherwise sat very still trying not to rock it at all.

"I-it's nice to see you again Miss Evarista... I do again appreciate your offer t-to show me around this evening"

Bowing slightly to the woman again Hwyn tried to maintain as polite an air as he could for fear of addressing the woman impolitely and drawing her Ire, if by some risk the woman was part of the cities well to do, he would have to be very careful not to create an enemy of her. Beyond that he was now aboard her boat, or whatever the Ravokians called them and at the mercy of the pilot and the woman before him. Should he try to make small talk or let the woman do the talking? deciding to speak Hwyn searched for the least offensive blanket statement he could find in his inventory.

"I do h-hope the day has been a pleasant one for you?"

Phrased as a statement but with an small questioning tone to the end so that the hearer could take it as a how was your day or what did you do today sort of question. Hwyn's goal was to learn what he could about this woman so that he could know just what she was to the city.

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[Evarista]

Noticing Hwyn approach, Evarista forced her typical slasher smile as a reception. Until the final moment, she had a small fear that the blonde would not show up. She seemed to have that effect on people, even on other Ravokians, let alone on foreigners. The timid types never wanted to have anything to do with her, possibly because she always looked like she wanted to pounce them and claw their eyes out. An unfair judgement, because it was only true half the time. Such as now. She watched with some amusement as Hwyn took a seat across from her, visibly quaking in her shoes from nervousness. Was it because she wasn't used to ravosalas? That was probably it. Without turning around, Evarista raised her hand and signaled the akalak to move. The ravosalaman's pole struck the terrace, and the boat was set in motion with a slight jerk. They were off to the clothing shop. Not even trying to conceal her curiosity, Evarista looked her evening companion up and down. The same black dress, huh? If she was wearing partial work attire in casual situations like this, she must not have a lot of options. Or she just has no fashion sense. Not that Evarista had any herself, but even she could tell this much. Ah, no matter. That dress was there to be replaced, anyway. The Nitrozian's eyes finally stopped on Hwyn's face, now flanked by freely hanging blonde bangs. And, of course, those mysterious eyes again, peering back at her as the off-duty maid timidly attempted to make conversation, just like in the morning. There was something strangely appealing about all of this. She felt like she could enjoy doing nothing but staring for a long time. Naturally, Evarista wasn't the type to express this sort of sentiment about other people, or about anything at all. Any feelings of affection was something that came to a slow boil deep inside of her, only to subside and vanish again, never to be shown. She didn't even attempt to reciprocate the small talk, only nodding once without taking her eyes off Hwyn's face. An awkward silence descended on them. Evarista was fine with it, and while she knew normal people weren't, she didn't feel the need to strain herself in search for empty words. Fortunately, the trip would be an expedient one. The vessel glided without effort through the canals, the tireless arms of the akalak never slowing in their operation of the ravosala pole. It wasn't that much of a tour, since they had a clear destination, but if one paid attention, it could be noticed that the buildings around them gradually grew fancier and fancier as they entered deeper into the Noble District. It didn't take long before a familiar bridge, the one right outside of Azure Reflection, came into view. As the evening air started to grey with the descent of the sun, the light inside came on. Alira came as asked. The darkly dressed aristocrat relaxed a little, now no longer needing to keep any plan B up in the air; that was tiresome. The boat came to a halt gently, next to a cobbled platform in front of the bridge. The akalak left the boat and silently helped both passengers out of it, giving his hand to Evarista first. This was usually considered rude, as guests should get a hand first, but... not in this case. Beckoning Hwyn to come with her, Evarista approached the door and pulled the bell rope, letting loose a muffled chime somewhere inside the shop. A few moments later, the pair was invited inside by the seamstress. Imhon was left keeping watch outside, and Alira's kelvic slave was nowhere to be seen. The red-haired woman spoke to the Nitrozian with slight amusement in her voice and a small smirk on her lips. "Good evening, Evarista. I got your letter. Never the best planner, eh? Well, you're in luck today. I'm pleased that you're finally up to revise this ghastly wardrobe of yours." Then Alira's gaze fell on Hwyn, and her smirk wavered for a moment. She didn't lose her amused tone, however, even as a series of conflicting observations flashed through her mind. "Oh. Hey there, little... fellow. I see that you're here for a prettying-up, as well? What's your name, cutie?" She reached out to pat the blonde's head, with a sort of caution that suggested she was prepared to jerk her hand away in case Hwyn tried to bite her or something.

[Hwyn]

Title and Date

Sitting in the boat across from the woman was uncomfortable, she seemed quite content to only nod in answer to his question rather than give him any real response, and after that the woman didn't bother to make conversation she seemed quite content to just stare at Hwyn, he knew he was talkative and not all people were but still the situation didn't bring him much comfort.The large man steering the boat and the woman before him, both were strictly silent during the voyage, well if that was the way they wanted it to be their was very little Hwyn could do about it but accept it.

Letting his mind wander to escape the staring presence before him Hwyn appreciated the building around them as they slowly got nicer and nicer looking, the way that lamps glimmered and the way the reflections danced on the water was too pretty. Sighing appreciatively at the lovely atmosphere Hwyn tried to force himself to enjoy the odd evening. Hwyn didn't know much about the cities layout but he could tell they were moving into a richer district. The houses got taller and the stonework more elaborate, it was like this in most every city, there were the rich and the poor and the two classes very rarely mixed willingly, though for that reason a pang of mild worry hit Hwyn, if that was the case why did this woman want anything to do with him? was he simply just being asked out on some elaborate date? He had been approached by a male suitor once before but never a female, so surely this wasn't the reasoning behind it. Really the more he thought about it the less he understood the woman's reasoning for wanting someone like him to be brought along.

His thoughts however, were cut short by their arrival. Met by a red haired woman who was quite well dressed Hwyn listened as the two conversed, it was a short conversation but the way the woman spoke showed that she did not carry a high opinion of the way Evarista dressed, that in and of itself was surprising, most people in the fashion industry were not so openly hostile, but perhaps blunt personals really were the modus operandi of Ravok. Letting the woman pet his his head as was her want Hwyn did not resist the motion even if he didn't care for the touch of strangers, now was not the time to make a fuss over such frivolous things. In response to being called cute and asked His name Hwyn perked up a bit.

"I-it's Hwyn ma'am, and N-nice to meet you"

Performing a short curtsy Hwyn greeted the woman politely, she was likely the person who he would need to talk to to find out just what was popular in fashion within a city like Ravok so suffering the woman's intricacies was for the greater good of Hwyn's knowledge. As for Evarista it seemed that she too would be looking into some clothing so maybe Hwyn could just observe the woman's recommendations to Evarista and go from their, that way he didn't appear to terribly oblivious to what was fashionable.

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[Evarista]

Alira's demeanor didn't betray it, but she was quick to smell a rat. Shoulders a bit too wide. Hips a little too narrow. Face a little too angular. Subtle details that rang a bell in her mind, stirring certain memories, drawing certain paralells. She wasn't unfamiliar with the fact that boys could wear dresses. In fact, she had some discrete commissions in the recent past that were not unrelated to the phenomenon. But that could wait a little. Turning to Evarista for a moment, the seamstress leaned in and whispered what was, in her mind, the most pressing question. "What alley did you drag this urchin out of?" While Hwyn looked reasonably neat, his rugged complexion and partial maid uniform made him difficult to reconcile with the image of a Noble District rich kid. Which was, unsurprisingly, only sort of kid that would ever set foot here. Evarista wasn't surprised by the question, since she didn't explain the arrival of Hwyn in her previous letter. "A matter of personal patronage," Evarista replied just as quietly as she was addressed. "The type of garb is your call." Alira nodded with understanding. It wasn't all that strange that such a peculiar person would earn the attention of a bored aristocrat - Alira had already realized that Hwyn was a crossdresser. The thought that Evarista herself could still be in the dark about this didn't even cross her mind, however. While she did notice the boy's strangely colored eyes they didn't hold her attention for long, much less make her understand that these eyes were the real reason for the Nitrozian's interest in him. Giving both of her visitors an inviting gesture, the seamstress lead them deeper into the shop, until they were surrounded by a multitude of fabrics of various tone and luster, fronted by mannequins wearing designs both subtle and elaborate. The darker tones and noticeable angels of Ravokian fashion traditions were prominent, but there was enough variety to not leave any taste wanting. They were on the women's side of the shop, where dresses were the main thing displayed. Alira rummaged through a drawer at the counter briefly, taking out a measuring band, a clean sheet of parchment, and an elegant charcoal pencil. Leaving the objects on the counter top, she turned her full attention to Hwyn, touching his cheek playfully before making a wide gesture around the shop. Brow slightly arched in contemplation, she thought aloud as her hand traveled across the many stylistic options around them. "Let's get this show started, then! Your hair would look best with dark red. Satin? Velvet? Hmm. Winter is coming, so a thicker fabric would be best..." Her trained mind had already made a decision, but out of pure professionalism, she had to engage with the customer to see their own opinion. After all, there were some boorish types who chose to look ugly on purpose. Such as Evarista. Hopefully, Hwyn wasn't like that. "Oh! Before that. Something provocative on top of the dress, perhaps. Something modern! This corset would suit you. Let's see!" Without much further ceremony, she pulled a leather corset off the shelf and wrapped it around Hwyn's torso, making notes in her mind before pulling on the straps provisorily to see how it would fit when tightened. Evarista stood to the side, arms crossed, and observed the show with some interest. The way that the corset fit around the blonde's body sparked a small suspicion that something was off, but she wasn't connecting all of the dots yet.

[Hwyn]

Full Silver Straitjacket

Being underestimated and looked down upon where simply facts of life for Hwyn, that did not mean that he appreciated or liked them. When the woman looked over Hwyn before quietly saying something to the other woman he had very few doubts that whatever was said, was not complementary to him, that did not however mean it was quite time to bolt, it did however mean that he should be cautious, his love of clothing had dragged him here but it wasn't enough to make him risk his life or limbs.

However as they were ushered into the store Hwyn's previous inhibitions faltered in the face of some of the most attractive clothing he'd seen in a long time, he rather quickly decided that such an environment did not particularly pose a threat so he'd let things progress as were their wants.

What did suprise him however was the fact that woman decided to tend to him first instead of Evarista, by all accounts he was of lesser stature within the city, more than that he was a little disappointing that he did not get to see what the woman thought was at the peak of fashion. However as things were he was still happy to be getting to try new clothing. when the woman began asking as to what he liked out of the option he smiled and shook his head.

"I think I'll be quite happy with whatever you pick miss."

When the woman Approached with a corset however Hwyn grimaced slightly, the woman would find when she tightened the dastardly thing on him she was able to get a surprisingly snug fit on him, it had been a while since he'd worrn one but much of his time in sunberth had been spent confined in one of the demonic devices, as such his ribs were already slightly prepared and used to such abuse, not to some of the extremes he'd witnessed with some women but enough to put any regular male to shame at least. Deciding to try and test the waters again Hwyn directed a question at Evarista, tough he hoped that he could also bait the seamstress to weighing in with her opinion.

"So Miss Evarista, what c-colors do you like the most?"

His stutter was lightened in an environment like this when clothing and such were the topic at hand Hwyn was always quite happy That said he did keep his eyes open as the woman worked on him taking his measurements and such. It was not an entirely unpleasant experience since he keen to see the payoff of the trip. Furthermore the very thought of having an outfit designed for him instead of just piecing one together one for himself was nice, most outfits he wore were made from his own creativity and little else. As for what colors he liked Hwyn was not sure what he would say on the off chance the qustion was returned to him, he was quite find of greens he supposed but he was happy in any color as long as it was coordinated, too many options to simply pick one, though many people had stronger opinions than his own.

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[Evarista]

Sizing up Hwyn's corseted form and spinning him around to check from different angles, Alira let out a hum of approval before loosening her grip on the straps. It was definitely something she had to incorporate into the design. With that in mind, the corset itself would have to wait until there was a presentable dress to put it on top of. Shooting Evarista a sideways glance, the seamstress couldn't contain the urge to comment. "You there, consider getting one of these as well. That loose-hanging blouse makes your profile look triangular. You really need to accentuate your bust line more!" The red-haired woman pointed an accusatory finger at the hitherto silent Nitrozian. In her history, Evarista was one of the most disastrous customers she's had the displeasure of dealing with. No, not because she commissioned the ugliest clothes. There was quite a number of people who were even worse, ending up looking more like clowns than the elaborate aristocrats they fancied themselves to be. But at least they tried. Some of Evarista's sisters were such fashion criminals, but it was still esier to work with them than with her. Because at least they tried. They tried, damn it! The redhead continued her critical assault, enumerating every flaw she could think of while keeping her tone cool and her words sharp. She saw it as her duty to let no stylistic stupidity go unpunished, even if the odds of getting through Evarista's thick skull were slim. Besides, heaping some righteous verbal abuse on someone who she knew could take it was somewhat cathartic. The raven-haired girl stared at her dispassionately, not interrupting, but not showing any signs of agreement either. She liked her boring clothes and had no intention of suffering through the nightmarish complexity of a proper aristocratic wardrobe. No amount of Alira's impeccably worded derision was going to change her mind. The seamstress eventually had to stop herself. While she could go on for hours, there were other matters to attend to. Hwyn, who was the real star of the show today, still needed a dress. She gave a content smirk when Hwyn so wisely left the difficult judgements to her. Customers who didn't pretend to know better than herself were the best ones. Continuously grabbing various pieces of fabric from the shelves, she tested them against Hwyn's skin and hair, while spinning him around to see the effect of light and shadow cast by the chandelier above. "It's better to do this during daylight. You always come to me at night. Why are you such a skulker, eh?" She shot the Nitrozian another snide glance, without expecting a reply. The eccentricities of her various customers were somewhat annoying, but she had to intention of sorting them out. Hearing the boy ask Evarista's opinion, the seamstress butted in before the other woman could even open her mouth. As it happened, she was holding a piece of dark red velvet, her other hand comparing it to a lock of Hwyn's blonde hair. "Maroon it is. Without question." Evarista gave a sardonic snort and shrugged, her arms still crossed. It would be best not to say anything, lest the seamstress be provoked on another tirade against her inferior tastes. Her own plans for Hwyn did not include maroon, that much she knew, but kept it to herself for the time being. Now that Alira had approximated a color, came the question of design. Picking up the pencil on the counter and pulling the parchment closer to her, she sketched a number of quick lines representing Hwyn's figure, while casting the real thing some referential glances. Before she could start with the dress, however, she needed the numbers. Naturally, measures couldn't be taken with outerwear on, so that boorish black dress had to go. Alira understood that there was a narrative here, according to which there were no men in the room. No need for ceremonies, then. "Let's get you measured. Hands up, cutie!" The seamstress raised Hwyn's arms into the air, before grabbing hold of the sleeve cuffs. One practiced pull, and Hwyn's dress was immediately halfway off. Evarista had been standing and watching with a slouched posture and a bored look on her face, but had to perk up at the show in front of her. For the second time in her short acquaintance with Hwyn, her eyebrows rose halfway up her forehead.

[Hwyn]

Full Silver Straitjacket

Listening to the woman speak on fashion was enough to keep Hwyn quiet. he didn't mind letting the woman turn him about, he slightly enjoyed the feel of her cool hands when they touched him to turn his head one way or move his arm another, in the back of his mind it was reminiscent of being like one of the many dolls his "mother" had owned, how she had so carefully fused over each one of them more kindly than she ever had with him. At the very least none of the woman's tirade was directed at him but the woman he'd come with, to here such harsh criticisms be targeted at Evarista was quit surprising all things considered, he while not particularly caring for the way the woman dressed would not have thrown insults to it, there was something to be said for comfort vs fashion the Evarista seemed to obviously prefer one over the other. Hwyn liked to look his best but it was not a habit he intended to force to strongly on others. though he did remember making some quite fun outfits for some Syliran's back in the day.

When the woman answered his question not giving Evarista a chance to even answer, he was however not displeased with the color the woman had chosen for him, a rich maroon reminiscent of port wines he had seen at the cafe. It wasn't a color he'd ever considered taking as a primary but it did accentuate other colors quite nicely. either way he was happy to accept the woman's counsel on the matter he didn't mind dressing up and being dressed up was fun in it's own way, seeing what others thought you would look best in or just want they wanted to see you in in general.

Though Hwyn's thoughts were interrupted by the woman when she pulled his arms up, and before he could detest had already pulled the dress off of him. What one would likely notice first if they stood behind him would be the scars that crisscrossed his back like pale cobwebs that crisscrossed his back and ribs. Beyond that Hwyn's most obvious biological difference would be semi visible bulge that he had yet to master hiding. Beyond that his frame was quite waif like his ribs while slightly visible though not gaunt, one arm moved to cross his chest but other wise Hwyn didn't make any efforts to move or resist only reddening at the cheeks by a couple hues. It was too late to turn back now, he had not expected such a drastic change to happen so quickly but now here he was trapped by his own inability to prepare for such situations.

Well there was very little he could say now, he simply had to wait and see how things developed, if he had to run he was fairly certain that the two women could not stop him, but then again if he ran now his chances of being unable to return to work for fear of the wrath that might come upon him were high, it was quite troublesome either way. So he hoped that he could get away with playing it safe and hope for a favorable outcome.

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[Evarista]

Alira didn't even pause her movements, bringing the measuring tape to bear and going through the process. Bust, waist, hips, sleeves, everything that was even remotely relevant to the tailoring of a dress. The prestigious seamstress was a little squeamish about coming into contact with the scars on his skin, holding the tape with the tips of her fingers to avoid touching his skin. Being a rather snobbish person, the redhead really didn't like this situation, and could keep herself composed only because she saw these things comping and was mentally prepared for them. Hwyn's well-concealed maleness wasn't a problem, but she found the disfigurements rather disgusting. She kept a strained smile while wrapping the measuring band around and across the needed areas, momentarily pausing to jot down the numbers on the parchment that waited on the counter. Evarista continued standing cross-armed in the shadows to the side, still as a statue. It took her slow wit an appreciable length of time to process the sudden influx of information, information that was difficult for her to digest. While she was inwardly shocked, she wasn't one to show it, just staring at Hwyn unblinkingly as she usually did, soaking in his half-nude form without uttering a word or moving a muscle. The first thing she noticed was, of course, the bulge on his underwear. having never encountered the concept of crossdressing before, her initial thoughts didn't go in that direction. Instead, she asked herself what sort of thing was worth carrying around in one's panties of all places. Not coming up with a satisfactory answer, she finally entertained the more simple and obvious explanation that the thing Hwyn carried there wasn't exactly a foreign object. Her thoughts went back to the café, and the honest impression he had made, even through his aura. In the end, he did deceive her after all. Brat. The black-haired girl couldn't help but try for an aura reading again. She didn't know what she was looking for. The colors around him were as turbulent as ever. She squinted, trying to discern. What was it? Embarrassment? His cheeks were aflush, she could tell he was embarrassed from that. Does that mean these pink bubbles lacing the aura meant exactly that? Could be. Should be. She could tell little else from examining his aura from where she stood, but she didn't regret that fact. She wasn't all that interested in his aura, she was interested in his body. More and more. His otherworldly eyes attracted her from the beginning, but they were just that. A beginning. While measuring, the seamstress spun the boy around to face her for convenience, his back now turned towards the girl standing in the shadows. The gratuitous marks of past violence covering his back gave her another start, but something was different about this. There was no sour aftertaste of being fooled. Instead, it felt like peeling back a curtain to look into someone's house. Just below the thin fabric of his dress was a story, an experience earned somewhere out in the big, nasty world. Evarista was a greenhouse plant who was never seriously hurt in her life. She was drawn to this grisly display, the harsh reality of the common man; she wanted to revel in it – not as a participant, but as a spectator. The darkly dressed aristocrat licked her dry lips and finally uncrossed her arms to wipe her forehead with her sleeve. The rush of discovering a secret made her break out in sweat, even though nothing physically exerting was going on. She still made no comment, however. Even if she wanted to, she could not word this epiphany. Somehow, Hwyn didn't feel like a stranger anymore, even though she didn't know any real details about him. The details wouldn't stay hidden for long, because she'd pry. Privacy was not something she afforded anyone who piqued her interest in this way. Alira had finished her painstaking measurements, the sketch on her parchment now surrounded by nearly arranged numbers and designations. Having gestured Hwyn to get dressed again, she was already sketching a design. A tight-fitting torso, puffy long sleeves, a tiered skirt ending just above the knee. A white, frilly embroidery around the square collar, with complimentary frills around the sleeve cuffs and the hem of the skirt. Rather conservative, except for the relatively short skirt length, and that the corset was supposed to be worn on top of the dress rather than underneath it. A pair of white stockings, ending just below the knee, finished the design. Setting the pencil down, the seamstress clicked her tongue before letting her lips curl up in contentment. There were other details to think about before the outfit could be considered complete, but for the time being, it was enough to set Hwyn on the path of stylistic enlightenment. Once the dress was done, never again would he show his face in the Noble District in a partial maid uniform. Blowing lightly on the parchment to remove any loose charcoal dust, she showed the fancily drawn sketch to Hwyn. Evarista could also see the parchment and noted it idly, but her mind was elsewhere as she chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully.

[Hwyn]

Full Silver straight Jacket.

Standing still Hwyn let the woman's measurements continue ignoring the goosebumps that slowly began to prickle up on his skin in the semi cool air. Not struggling against the woman Hwyn warily watched Evarista waiting for some sort of reaction from the woman, what he got instead was a passive mask that showed neither surprise nor interest, it was strange to get nothing at all, but perhaps that meant that she'd already seen through him, maybe their was more to this woman than a cursory meeting had allowed him to think. But such was the reality of new places, Hwyn had underestimated the population of Ravok, or maybe he had just had the misfortune of encountering a particularly unique human being. Either way he was too concerned to say anything so he simply let the woman continue her measurements and observations of him.

It was strange to be bare before people, to be observed like some alien creature, he didn't know how having so many eyes on him at once made him feel. On one level it was embarrassing, but beyond that there was a secondary sense that joined the embarrassment, it was like some sort of mild excitement, he was the center of everyone's attention all eyes were on him and he kind of found the experience pleasant, at least when he wasn't worried about those watching deciding to attack him at a moments notice. Just him and the two women, one that watched with nearly unwavering interest and the other that fussed over him for the purpose of creating for him a new dress to wear. When the woman was finally finished with him Hwyn happily pulled his clothing back on he again stood in the middle of the room unsure of what to do with himself now that the seamstress had withdrawn and was now sketching out whatever it was that she wanted Hwyn to wear.

Deciding to try his luck again with Evarista he approached the woman again and looked for a question to ask her, he didn't want to broach the subject of what the woman now knew about him, or had already known about him, but at the same time he wanted to get some sort of response out of her to reassure himself that she wasn't harboring any ill feelings over the incident. But what could he ask her about. Perhaps clothing could continue to be the topic at hand.

"Uhm, Miss Evarista, is their anything you were p-planning to get this evening?"

This seemed the safest question since it also furthered Hwyn's own agenda, would she be done with him after this? Or did she have more things she planned to do, Hwyn wasn't sure of what to think of the evening so far, he felt quite pleased with things but there was still a sense of nervousness within him. Like he wasn't entirely sure of what he could expect out of the people around him and it was hard to get a reading on just how things were going to develop. As he was looking at Evarista the seamstress finished her sketch of what would be his outfit, and upon seeing it Hwyn grinned from ear to ear, it was one of the most intricate things he'd ever seen, the thought of wearing it almost made him giddy.

"I think it's the most beautiful dress !v'e seen ma'am I love it!"

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