Pasha caught her breath as the first few laces tightened, color rising in her cheeks at the thought of being dressed. The slight embarrassment wasn't enough to deter the Sigel. "It is not unpleasant." Her voice was soft, hitching a bit as Vivi pulled again. She very much enjoyed the intricacies of fashion…this seemed to be no exception. "Is this usual, this…tight?"
Melisande turned her head, glancing back at Vivi over one shoulder and through a few curls that had worked their way out of her side pony. The woman was still very new to her, the Muse took a second to search her face for signs. Pasha herself was having a wonderful time…was Cesc's guardian truly as relaxed and happy as she seemed? She couldn't recall the last time she'd met someone, especially a human, that seemed to truly enjoy life the way the Frenchwoman did.
She couldn't help but wonder what talents lay nestled within Vivi. It wasn't something Pasha could ask, not now and especially not for her own selfish curiosity, but-
The corset tightened again with a tug and the Muse gasped, a smile blossoming as she caught the reflection in the mirror. She was used to being slender…but the lines the garment imparted were becoming positively artistic.
"Oh, you're good at this!"
