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xp_logsAdrienne helps him with his costume fitting for the HFC party.
Manuel turned around in the mirror, then checked his watch and turned again, scrutinizing with Adrienne's stare on his bare behind. "This is... bold," he ventured. "Not quite what I was thinking however, it just may do." Although he wasn't sure what would distract more, the fact that he was in this suit or the fact that it revealed many secrets about the de la Rocha's past.
"It's the Hellfire Club, darling. I don't believe you'd come anywhere near weighing in on the 'bold' scale. I think this is more to the 'exactly what we're expecting' scale," Adrienne smirked. "We wouldn't want the White Bishop to disappoint peoples' expectations, would we?" She straightened his gladiator's helmet a fraction. "I may not have gone to a Hellfire Club halloween party before, but it's common knowledge that halloween is an excuse for people to dress provocatively, and since the Hellfire Club puts a premium on hedonism, I can't see them expecting anyone to come dressed in something that would hide one's body, like a two-person horse costume." Pony play fetish outfits, on the other hand...
Manuel looked behind him as one of Adrienne's girls adjusted his waist band and he watched her carefully. It was interesting to see the young girl turn a blind eye to his scars and he knew Adrienne must have said something or otherwise choosen her girls wisely, lest they get a tongue-lashing from him for even gazing at the scars. Still, the suit fit perfectly, give or take a few adjustments. "I do not look like a gladiator, rather, I look something akin to your bedroom slave. Put a collar and chain on me and it will have Carmilla all too willing to drag me back into the bedroom." The thought amused him.
"Please don't force me to stab my brain with these pins by making me think of you and Cammie playing Gladiator and Empress in the bedroom," Adrienne muttered darkly. Cammie was her employee! She helped the girl with homework! Her sex life was not something Adrienne wanted to think about.
"Are you not, being in the position of White Bishop, Emma's slave, dear Manuel?" she inquired to change the subject. "Doesn't the whole Hellfire Club know it? Of course with Emma being the Frigid Queen for the evening, or whatever it's called, and me being Cleopatra I think you're more like my slave for the evening."
"Mmm," he agreed distantly. "Unfortunately true - this seems tight," he tugged at the chest. "Or I am eating too much lemon cakes?"
"Too much of something. Or not enough... exercise," Adrienne teased as she pulled one of the straps out of his skirt to adjust the length. As soon as she said it, though, she worried that he would start talking about Cammie again. "How come it's unfortunate that you'll be my slave for the evening?" she inquired, poking him in the chest.
"Because I make a poor slaves for everyone else," Manuel countered and brushed her hand away just as Valentia came trumpheting in the room, bounding in a witches costume while one of Adrienne's employees fussed after her.
"Certainly not," Manuel said, though it did not need to be translated into Spanish. The disappointment that washed into him from his sister made his scorn all that much worse.
"I thought you liked witches?" Adrienne inquired pointedly. "At least, you used to, didn't you? What's the problem with her dressing up as one?"
"I suppose," Manuel flickered his gaze from Adrienne to his unhappy sister. "That it is fine. Irony has a way of twisting itself around me until I choke. This would be no different. Amanda will be thrilled, no less."
"There, you see? You're making everyone happy," Adrienne mumbled as she sewed the chest strap back into Manny's skirt. "Take Valentia to pick out some nice pointy black shoes, will you please?" she ordered her minion. "I've heard things about the Hallowe'en party the Hellfire Club throws," she whispered to the gladiator in front of her. "Any pointers for a first timer?"
Manuel translated to his sister and she spun around, wheeling off in a surge of squee that couldn't quite be vocalized. He tried to ignore how much fun she was having and he was not. Glancing down where Adrienne was working, he lifted a hand to adjust the chest plate and centralize it more, but her hands kindly moved his away.
"Servers are a first course meal," he mused. "Everything else is fair game."
"Every... thing?" Adrienne pondered. "Are you using the word 'everything' instead of 'everyone' in the context that people will be dressed in costumes that won't be human, or is this one of those things I really should just not ask about and see for myself?"
"Every thing is fair game afterwards, I meant. You will have a better grasp when you realize you are walking through rooms that you should not. Be well aware of your surroundings. They are always watching and behind masks, even more so."
"Next you're going to start telling me that the suits of armor are really alive," she laughed.
"Depends on who is wearing them at th-- agh! Woman! Watch where you point that thing."
"Well quit squirming! You're such a fusspot, just let me work!"
[ooc: backdated because I fail and forgot to post this]
Manuel turned around in the mirror, then checked his watch and turned again, scrutinizing with Adrienne's stare on his bare behind. "This is... bold," he ventured. "Not quite what I was thinking however, it just may do." Although he wasn't sure what would distract more, the fact that he was in this suit or the fact that it revealed many secrets about the de la Rocha's past.
"It's the Hellfire Club, darling. I don't believe you'd come anywhere near weighing in on the 'bold' scale. I think this is more to the 'exactly what we're expecting' scale," Adrienne smirked. "We wouldn't want the White Bishop to disappoint peoples' expectations, would we?" She straightened his gladiator's helmet a fraction. "I may not have gone to a Hellfire Club halloween party before, but it's common knowledge that halloween is an excuse for people to dress provocatively, and since the Hellfire Club puts a premium on hedonism, I can't see them expecting anyone to come dressed in something that would hide one's body, like a two-person horse costume." Pony play fetish outfits, on the other hand...
Manuel looked behind him as one of Adrienne's girls adjusted his waist band and he watched her carefully. It was interesting to see the young girl turn a blind eye to his scars and he knew Adrienne must have said something or otherwise choosen her girls wisely, lest they get a tongue-lashing from him for even gazing at the scars. Still, the suit fit perfectly, give or take a few adjustments. "I do not look like a gladiator, rather, I look something akin to your bedroom slave. Put a collar and chain on me and it will have Carmilla all too willing to drag me back into the bedroom." The thought amused him.
"Please don't force me to stab my brain with these pins by making me think of you and Cammie playing Gladiator and Empress in the bedroom," Adrienne muttered darkly. Cammie was her employee! She helped the girl with homework! Her sex life was not something Adrienne wanted to think about.
"Are you not, being in the position of White Bishop, Emma's slave, dear Manuel?" she inquired to change the subject. "Doesn't the whole Hellfire Club know it? Of course with Emma being the Frigid Queen for the evening, or whatever it's called, and me being Cleopatra I think you're more like my slave for the evening."
"Mmm," he agreed distantly. "Unfortunately true - this seems tight," he tugged at the chest. "Or I am eating too much lemon cakes?"
"Too much of something. Or not enough... exercise," Adrienne teased as she pulled one of the straps out of his skirt to adjust the length. As soon as she said it, though, she worried that he would start talking about Cammie again. "How come it's unfortunate that you'll be my slave for the evening?" she inquired, poking him in the chest.
"Because I make a poor slaves for everyone else," Manuel countered and brushed her hand away just as Valentia came trumpheting in the room, bounding in a witches costume while one of Adrienne's employees fussed after her.
"Certainly not," Manuel said, though it did not need to be translated into Spanish. The disappointment that washed into him from his sister made his scorn all that much worse.
"I thought you liked witches?" Adrienne inquired pointedly. "At least, you used to, didn't you? What's the problem with her dressing up as one?"
"I suppose," Manuel flickered his gaze from Adrienne to his unhappy sister. "That it is fine. Irony has a way of twisting itself around me until I choke. This would be no different. Amanda will be thrilled, no less."
"There, you see? You're making everyone happy," Adrienne mumbled as she sewed the chest strap back into Manny's skirt. "Take Valentia to pick out some nice pointy black shoes, will you please?" she ordered her minion. "I've heard things about the Hallowe'en party the Hellfire Club throws," she whispered to the gladiator in front of her. "Any pointers for a first timer?"
Manuel translated to his sister and she spun around, wheeling off in a surge of squee that couldn't quite be vocalized. He tried to ignore how much fun she was having and he was not. Glancing down where Adrienne was working, he lifted a hand to adjust the chest plate and centralize it more, but her hands kindly moved his away.
"Servers are a first course meal," he mused. "Everything else is fair game."
"Every... thing?" Adrienne pondered. "Are you using the word 'everything' instead of 'everyone' in the context that people will be dressed in costumes that won't be human, or is this one of those things I really should just not ask about and see for myself?"
"Every thing is fair game afterwards, I meant. You will have a better grasp when you realize you are walking through rooms that you should not. Be well aware of your surroundings. They are always watching and behind masks, even more so."
"Next you're going to start telling me that the suits of armor are really alive," she laughed.
"Depends on who is wearing them at th-- agh! Woman! Watch where you point that thing."
"Well quit squirming! You're such a fusspot, just let me work!"
[ooc: backdated because I fail and forgot to post this]
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