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ʖᒷ ᓵᔑ∷ᒷ⎓⚍ꖎ 2.1

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You glanced at yourself in the mirror, looking far more attractive than you'd ever cared to be.

Minx, the maid who insisted on helping you, did an outstanding job on making you look like you weren't a 'peasant'. You had to admit, she did a pretty damn good job. You might as well date yourself if that wasn't weird. The point is that you look fine as hell and your ego was now skyrocketing.

Of course, Eret helped you as well to look like a total girl boss. The high collar of your suit miraculously accentuated your hair and face. The dark blue too seemed to make your eyes pop, and contrasted the clear red tones of your wings.

Since you let Eret do whatever he wanted with the clothing (his excitement was hard to disregard), the holes on the back were large, showing some of your skin. It was weird wearing a shirt that didn't rub against your wings, but it felt absolutely wonderful to let them breathe.

Around the shoulders and the cuffs of the sleeves, gold flowing swirls crawled around and over the dark background, elevating the elegance of the look. Your boots were plain and laced, but stylish as well, going up to your mid calf.

A black corset with three buckles in the front for style and buttons and strings in the back for support was supposed to separate the top and gray slacks, but remained in your hands as you struggled to put it on.

As much as you loved the outfit Eret had made for you, you were starting to despise it at the moment.

"Damn it," you swore as you struggled to clasp the corset together. You probably should have told them that you'd never worn a corset before. Minx had offered to help you get dressed before she left, but you insisted on clothing yourself, nowhere near comfortable to let another person do it for you.

So, here you were, struggling.

You blew your hair out of the way. This is why you hated buttons and preferred pull over tops. Your wings always got in the way. In frustration, you huffed and dropped the small corset onto the vanity you were standing in front of. It wasn't even too tight on you; your fingers just weren't built for tiny clasps. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the shadow colored article.

A knock sounded on your door.

"Come in," you called, not moving from your position. Your eyes flicked to the mirror when you heard a laugh.

"Oh, gods, what did that ever do to you?" Jared said, watching you with amusement showing on his upturned lips.

"It refuses to work with me and laughs at my suffering." The noirette chuckled, walking over to you.

"Would you like help?" Normally, you would have refused his offer, but you felt more comfortable with Jared than any spunky maid.

"That would be seriously appreciated." You picked it up, wrapping the corset around your stomach. Once you felt the two ends touch, Jared grabbed a hold of the buttons and expertly began clasping it together. It was unfair how he could do it and you couldn't.

As he was finishing up the last button and working on the strings, you asked,

"How'd you become a pro at corsets?" He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling.

"My ex boyfriend wore them and he always asked for my help." 

"So, did he ask for your help or did you want to help him anyways?" you said, eyebrow raised as he stepped back and smirked in the mirror.