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"Ah ah," he chided playfully. "If you wanna know, I'll show you... but then you might have to try it out. Otherwise, you'll have to wonder till we get home."

"Or until TSA pulls us aside tomorrow morning," Dorien commented dryly.

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Everett laughed, and swung his leg off her.

"Alright, alright," he relented easily, pushing himself up and to his feet. He disappeared down the hallway, gone only for just a short two minutes before returning with an impressive selection of shopping bags from various Hotel boutiques, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Not really an it, per se. We did a lot of shopping. Do you know they've practically got a whole strip mall in there?" he wondered.

Dorien had taken an interest by now, and pulling himself off the couch from Peyton, wandered over as Everett set everything down near the fireplace to help him to start unhurriedly rooting through it. It didn't take the still unnamed brother long to find what he was looking for, and then he sprang back up to his feet, hiding it behind his back.

"Here we go. First things first."

Dorien stood aside, watching with subtle amusement as Everett approached her straight-on, a sly glint in his dark blue eyes... and got down on one knee.

"Peyton, sweetheart, whatever-your-last-name-is... I know we haven't known each-other long, but would you do me the honor--"

He pulled out a flat, elegant square box, and lifted the lid, just enough so that she could see what was inside, but still easily snap it shut if she made a grab for it.

It was a collar, naturally... resting on dark blue satin, a slim black choker, with frilly white lace and a pretty, carved black stone set in front, very Victorian. It, too, had a little metal loop for a leash, nestled discreetly just beneath the stone.

"-- of being my slave?" he teased, with a feral smirk.

"She's going to hit you again," Dorien predicted, humor in his drawl.

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"Oh," he breathed dramatically, eyes quivering up in a parody of nearly tearful happiness, and he wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead as he started to stand up. "Thank God, I was so nervous. Do you like it?"

"We thought it'd match your uniform," Dorien hinted slyly, for her attention--

because he'd pulled it out, holding it up for display, and it was atrocious.

Clearly far more carefully and expensively designed than any proper maid's uniform would be, the tiny black dress was, in one sense, a work of art. It looked exactly her size, clearly meant to be skin tight, and made of lustrous black satin. It somehow carefully navigated the line between street-walker, with the bottom hem barely low enough to be decent, and tasteful, complete with a lovely little round white apron, cinched high around the waist, and trimmed everywhere with the finest lace. The sleeves were small, high and lightly puffed, and the collar was a low scoop neck.

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"Aaww, come on now, don't be so dramatic," Everett cajoled playfully. He sunk down to his knees on the couch beside her, tossing the collar aside on a cushion and sliding his hands over her nearly bare shoulders, starting to massage her idly. "Relax."

Dorien shrugged his lower lip, looking down at it thoughtfully.

"I don't know, I mean... I guess she doesn't have to wear them, if she doesn't want to."

Everett paused briefly for thought, then conceded seriously, as if half-to-himself; "We did pick out an awful lot of lingerie."

"Expensive lingerie. We had no idea how much bras cost."

"Would be a shame for it to never see the light of day."

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"Admit it," Everett drawled, continuing his languid, sensual squeezing of her shoulders, high on his knees behind her, "you'll look hot in that."

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" Dorien teased, a subtle smirk playing at his mouth, giving the dress a little shake.

"Why don't you try it on?" Everett suggested. "I wanna make sure we got the fit right.

"We won't even peek," Dorien promised, in a delicately enunciated, subtly sardonic whisper, deep-set blue eyes staring her down.

Everett leaned down, hands smoothing over her shoulders to squeeze once, firmly, at her upper arms, holding her there while he nestled his nose into her hair, eyes on his brother.

"Pretty please?"

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Rolling her eyes, Camarin just followed the man out of the market and to the bungalows. It was a nice little place, she thought, setting his bags down as she looked around. Small, but it was only for a night. One bed and she sighed to herself, wondering how that was going to work. Shrugging, she stepped out of her shoes and took off her jacket, hanging it up before pulling her tights off as well. She had a bag that had been brought, having a change of clothes, but she'd put on her pajamas later. It wasn't that late and she was comfortable in the dress. She was significantly shorter without the heels adding to her height, but Cam didn't much care. She only wore them because she liked them - being short or tall didn't bother her at all. "Are you going to still be grumpy?" she asked, sounding more like she was going to laugh than be annoyed if he was.

Her personality was resilient, at least, even against the devil's cranky attitude. Going into the kitchen, more out of curiosity than hunger, Cam turned her attention to the television set. It was cozy, like an upscale hotel room - which was exactly what it was, she added to herself, feeling silly for that thought.

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Blinking, Cam looked over at him when she heard him say something, her eyes going wide when she realized he was naked. She blushed brightly and looked away, not sure if she was more embarrassed by his nudity or taken aback by all the scars on his body. The girl hadn't expected him to just strip down and sighed, not sure how to react or what to say to him. Utterly confused, Cam just shook her head and glanced over nervously at him. She had been taught enough to know that she shouldn't be naked around people, especially men. But she'd bought him to keep her safe, so theoretically, she'd be safe around him, she reasoned it out in her head, methodically. "You can't see me, right?" she checked. Getting a grunt in return, she took that for a yes and pulled off her dress, leaving her in surprisingly-pretty lingerie.

Cam walked over to him, careful not to let her gaze drift below his waist, and was tempted to pull a blanket over him. But she was positive he'd pull it back off anyway, so she just perched on the side of the bed and leaned over to run her fingers through his hair a little bit. She liked his hair, it was long, but not long enough to be everywhere at once. His scars, though, those were everywhere and she wanted to ask how he'd gotten them. He certainly had a story to tell. But even as silly as the Hai Chiai was, she knew better than to prod something like that, especially when she wasn't even sure if he could stand her or not. So instead she just moved her hand from his head to gently trace one of the scars on his shoulder, silently wondering how it got there.

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He was sort of adorable, when he was going to sleep. Cam giggled a little, a soft sound, and just shrugged as she traced another scar. Her fingers went back to his hair, since he seemed to like that as well, her nails lightly scratching his scalp as if she were petting a kitten or puppy. Maybe all the beer had put him out, she reasoned, wondering if he'd gotten drunk. Not that she really cared, he'd behaved for her, mostly, and had let her get something for him. Cam didn't see why he was wearing a chain, he hadn't been that bad for her at all. Rude, but she thought that they didn't base it off manners. Confusing herself, she just shrugged, deciding to leave it on anyway.

Just in case.

It wasn't even dark out, but she yawned. Watching Et drift off was making her tired too. Cam got up and went over to her bag, pulling on a silk nightgown after taking her bra off for comfort. Finding the remote for the television, she went back to the bed and huffed, giving him a gentle shove in his side with her hands. "Come on, you bully, make some room," she ordered. It was obvious he wouldn't move, so she wasn't going to even try. She just wished he had pants on. Waiting for him to listen, Cam turned to the tv, her hip resting against the mattress, and turned it on to flick through channels, wanting to find something. She landed on a documentary series about space and smiled, finding things like that interesting.

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