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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:04 pm
Now this was a strange world. Aemilia was learning quite a bit about human interaction in this place - the Moulin Rouge. Things about interaction that she would have never even guessed about. She knew how to talk to people in general, but the women here had a way about going about things that she never would have imagined. Ways to work the opposite sex into giving them things they needed or wanted, such as money. It would be an asset to her planned act, they had told her, to learn their tricks of the trade. She was trying, especially since she had agreed to put on a performance for Zidler, but she had never had to be 'sexy' before.
So, she found herself in a costume trailer, nearly naked as she tried on various bits of clothing that resembled what the women she had met wore, and what they had suggested. She was still in the white button up she wore while cleaning cages, though the buttons were almost completely undone as she was between trying on corsets, but her pants had been discarded for a pair of red lace underwear and garter set. She had no stockings, so the clasps hung loose against her thighs as she rummaged about in boxes and closests for more pieces. There was a pile next to a lounging chair that was obviously things she was considering, but otherwise she looked completely lost. This was a whole new ball game to her, but at least the giant fake diamonds had turned out right. They were sitting beside the previously mentioned pile, gleaming in the light provided.
Huffing her frustration, Aemi threw a boot at the opposite wall so that it impacted with a satisfying thud.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 4:03 pm
Dieter was absolutely ecstatic. Another excuse to dress up and impress the ladies? Oh, there was no way he'd pass this up. He marched his way over to the costume trailer, whistling some local tunes he heard playing on the street that got stuck in his head.
He opened the trailer door with a big grin of excitement when he saw an object coming flying in his general direction. Barely managing to move out of the way, his head quickly snapped in the direction that it came from. He picked it up, marching over to a figure until he saw the light outline of red, which drew until he found a face. A cute face. A frustrated face, but a cute face no less.
"Grüß Gott!" He said, with a bright smile returning. "Do you needs some help?"
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 4:38 pm
Modesty was not something Aemilia understood as far as one's body went. That was a funny thing about amnesia, remembering somethings and forgetting others. She remembered basic speech, but not certain words. She remembered clothes, but not what to wear and where. Now, this isn't to say that she'd be apt to walk down the street butt-naked, but she doesn't understand the difference between bikini and underwear. Nor costume from costume.
And so, when faced with a strange man in the costume trailer, she was completely unembarrassed by her lack of dress. After all, who knew how many people would see her when she performed, anyways. Her hand tucked a stray curl behind her ear before dropping to rest against a bare slip of stomach that peeked through her shirt. Tilting her head, she ventured, "Grew wot?"
His smile, however, seemed harmless enough so she returned it, giving a dazzling one of her own. Though she hadn't understood the exclamation, she answered the question well enough, "Depends, d'yeh know how t'dress like them?" She pointed towards the door, meaning the general 'them' of the world they were currently in. She hoped he understood, as she hadn't the faintest on how to describe them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:45 pm
There was an unmistakable look of complete euphoria that came on his face as his eyes traveled up and down her figure, scanning it and taking every little detail in. zur Lobpreisung Gottes. Could this place get any better? He was so happy. Oh so happy. So many beautiful women. And all of them seemingly single. This was by far the best career choice he had ever made in his entire life.
"G-. G." God damn. There was definitely a moment of loss in brain function. A rush of blood to various parts of the body other than the brain tend to have that kind of an effect.
He slapped his forehead, trying to regain his line of thought, and managed to fake some level of a composed expression on his face.
"Greetings." He said, nodding.
He looked behind him, at the door and raised his eyebrow. She wants to dress like a door? "I'm sorries, I don't know what you're talking about." Hopefully she didn't mean the door. No more crazies.
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 8:41 pm
Her brow arched as she watched him looking over her, hand moving to rest on a cocked hip curiously. That was a new experience. She'd never been checked out before, but she was only guessing on instinct what exactly had just happened. She didn't appear displeased by it, however; a small grin curled the outer edges of her lips, obviously amused by the whole undertaking. He was funny.
The smile broadened at his apparent loss of his voice, but Aemilia was patient and she merely pulled at curl while she watched him regain composure. Her only response to his greeting was a soft laugh, not sure if she was actually meant to respond to that at all.
But he had definitely not understood her reference. Brow furrowing, she chewed her lower lip before trying again with a nonchalant wave of her hand, "I need a costume. I've got t'dress like... those women? A' th'Moulin Rouge. They gave m'some suggest'ons, but..." She glanced towards the pile of clothes (undergarments, feathers, whathaveyou) at a loss before looking to him once more with a broad, hopeful smile. "Y'know anythin' about burlesque costumes?" Not that she had any idea what that meant herself, but hey, it was worth a shot.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:56 pm
Oh, Dieter knew a lot about burlesque costumes alright. He knew that he liked them. A whole lot, actually. This place was probably even better than the last place where people dressed so extravagantly. Mostly because he got to see a whole lotta leg. And who was he to protest against that?
"You look pretty already!" He said with a large grin. "I think maybe... hm." His eyes darted around the room, looking at all the large piles of clothing that were laying around everywhere, left and right. There were boas, and dresses. Heels of whichever what length, and tights of every color of the rainbow. And in all honesty, he really wasn't quite sure where to start.
Picking up a top hat, a cane and a neon-pink boa, he placed them all on her, like a child playing with a doll.
"There! Perfect!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:46 pm
She rolled her eyes at his reassurance, or at least that was what she heard it as. Her smile remained ever present, however, as she appreciated his compliment. Watching him look about the room, she picked up a black corset and ran the slick fabric through her fingers. He was charming. And just when Hazina had said there weren't enough men at the Cirque. Maybe she hadn't met this one. Or maybe she had and hadn't found him to her liking.
That would have made her take a second look if she wasn't suddenly being dressed up in a pink boa with a top hat placed haphazardly on her springy curls. Eyes wide, she wasn't exactly sure how to comment as she looked down at herself. The stained white button up stuck out like a sore thumb, and her chest felt uncomfortably... free. Certainly this was comfortable enough to wear around a trailer (without the boa, of course), but she wasn't so sure about performing... well, without any sort of support for the girls. Arching a brow, she lifted the white button up between two fingers, "Y'don' think this could be replaced wit'..." She looked about for a feasible replacement before picking up a discarded scarlet bra - or bikini, whatever way you wanted to look at it, "this?"
She didn't entirely understand burlesque, but she did know how uncomfortable it would be to be so... free while rolling a giant fake diamond over her body. The white bra she had disguarded some time ago was anything but pretty enough to wear beneath the ... animal scented shirt. Perhaps he hadn't noticed the dirt - would that be considered a good thing that it had been looked over?
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