"Victor Lark." she whispered, letting her tone get a taste of his name before she quietly looked away once he began to approach her with the clothing he pulled out of the drawers.
She lifted her chin upwards and did not resist his attempt to untie the mess she had made, from her attempts to try and dress herself in unfamiliar clothing. He unloosened the item and she turned her head back to the mirror, to watch him intently. His motions signaled for her to give the obvious movements and she did not hesitate to react. She reached her arms to the ceiling as he his light hand slipped over her frame the thin white transluscent slip, which hung loosely off of her frame. The woman might have been the same size as his mother, but obviously not as filled out. She took notice of herself, and even with a simple slip on, it excited her. She thought this would have been enough, until the corset was brought in front of her from above, and adjusted above her waist and under her bust. Victor then began to pull tightly, causing an uncontrollable gasp once she was caught off guard by the tugging.
“Breathe with your chest. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”
The corset began to squeeze in her frame, which she noticed began to shape her body in to a more feminine and defined hour glass figure. Quite uncomfortable, she reached her hands up to the frame of the mirror and arched her back slightly as he continued lacing up the corset, until he reached the final pull and knot. Her scrunched expression remained, as well as her slumped shoulders and arched posture. The plain copper colored dress was handed to her, and taking it she watched him leave the room. Left alone, she straightened her shoulders and stood upright, beginning to 'breath with her chest' or at least try. She lifted the dress over her head and slipped in, letting it hug her in its proper areas, and she realized just why the corset was needed. The middle of the dress was sewn much tighter than the rest, and as her hands cupped her sides she began to admire the way she looked. Fascinating, it truly was.
She stood back from the mirror and extended her arms outwards as she turned from side to side, gently letting the bottom of the dress sway with her movements. Once her mind began to wander and her attention no longer focused on her attire, she found her fingers poking and prodding in an assortment of makeup and powders. She picked up a large cotton puff with her hand, as as she swung it to the mirror, sediments of its fine loose powders gently sprinkled itself along the wooden floor boards. Her eyes traced to the door frame, as if sneakingly, to see if Victor was going to return. When she did not hear any movement, she slowly and ever so gently pressed the cotton puff against her nose, and when she didn't see much of a difference she gave it a different approach. The Kelvic pat the puff roughly against her skin, causing clouds of smoke to appear. A soft cough was heard as she inhaled, but did not cause the girl to cease. Once she evened the powder out, she noticed what a difference it made. Her eyebrows did not look as dark, her eyelashes seemed to have disappeared, and her skin was now two toned. But of course, she excused her ridiculous appearance, since she was almost certain this was how every proper woman appeared. At least, this was how she saw them. She then reached for a small black tube and opened it, revealing the rouge colored stick which she took to her lips..
She had made herself up, as best as she could, and despite lacking knowledge of simple make up, she did appear decent to the eye. The Kelvic even pulled her hair back into a tight, low bun, which was a bit cropped to the side and not exactly centered. It appeared large, since her untamed hair was very thick. She let her feet guide her through the room, as she continued to peek in closed jewelry boxes, piles of papers and even through the large closet. There, she had found a very lovely hat, which when tried on, its lid covered most of her eyes. The lid was wide the whole way around, and the top of the hat fit over her crown like a glove to a hand. It was white, with a tawny colored ribbon just around the middle of it. She then began to fumble through the shoes, knowing a proper dress and hat would not be so proper, if the girl continued to walk around bare footed.
She grabbed what seemed most appealing, which were a pair of black heeled boots, which were a tad bit tattered, but still held a polished appearance. She sat on the edge of the large bed, and began to try and fit her foot in, and with minor struggle she eventually did. Rising from the bed, the echoing of her heel against the floor filled the room. When she found nothing more to do, she walked towards the door frame to search for Victor, but she did so cautiously. She knew he would not have invited a run away slave in an occupied home, but being in a such a new environment and being on the run left the girl worried of causing a surprise to his mother, if she was to suddenly appear, or anyone else for that matter. She glared down the hall, and heard only the gentle thuds that could be heard from a room a few doors down. She swallowed the lump of nervousness in her throat and looked away, seeing that the door was closed and did not want to just barge in. Having looked away, she headed in the opposite direction of the home, finding her way in to what looked to be a dining room. It was decorate finely, with a very large table and several chairs. She began to wonder was it just Victor and his mother? And if so, why did a person need so many chairs? Did they often have many visitors? The ways of non Kelvic intrigued her, and as she lingered in closer she saw that the table was already pre set with spotless plates, glasses and white thick napkins that held in its hold an eating fork and spoon. She picked on up to simple examine its ruby colored trimming, and quickly set it down once her eyes were satisfied.
She lightly glided her feet, not wanting to make much noise, and as she did so she spotted the basket of fruit in the center of the table. Her mouth immediately watered and as her eyes cut at each corner to see if he was coming, she reached out gently to retrieve a bright red apple. She let her teeth sink in eagerly, as she ate as if she hadn't eaten in quite some time. A decent meal the Kelvic has never had, so her appetite was always at its highest. As she held the apple with both hands and ate hungrily, she moved from the table and through the room, walking to an opened window and allowed herself to be embraced by the breeze. As she looked to the corner of the room, there she spotted an instrument she was familiar with. A piano. Though, she had never before played one. With a smile, she pranced quickly over and bent her knees to take a seat at the lowered bench like chair, and with her left hand she moved it from the apple and to the large heavy covering that hid the keys from her view. Pushing it back, she stared down to the black and white slender keys and gently, her finger pushed down on to the center key, the gentle rumble of the rack sending a sensation up her arm, filling her ears with a beautiful note. She was amazed. And as she finished off her apple with one hand, her other began to gently play with the keys. Its tunes would sound very unrehearsed to others, but to her ears it was a delightful melody all her own.
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