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[Just the tips? No, Sholmes adjusts his hand so that he is holding hers properly, warm and steady. Soreness be damned; his hand is fine, at least!]

A card? For a bruise or two? No, that would be a waste. Besides, I'm a stubborn sort. I am sore at most, and that will not stop me from moving about as I like.

[ flip-flop, her heart. her posture straightens, as though the small gesture of adjusting how he holds her hand has sent a spark through her. ]

I thought... perhaps tonight, I would give Herlock Sholmes little reprieve.

Oh?

[And 'oh' of curiosity. What could she mean by that? Who is he not, but Herlock Sholmes?

-Well, he's plenty.]

Oh!

[An 'oh!' of realization.]

I presume... You may wish to spend the evening in the presence of a beautifully refined woman? I suspect you do not mean the bailiff outfit, though I am fond of the moustache.

[ bailiff? oh, you and i are so going to introduce roleplaying in the bedroom...

gives his hand a squeeze. abruptly shy. ]

Would you mind?

Mind it? Not at all. It has been a while since Ms Adler has been in the company of someone just as lovely as her.

[Oh, he does not mind in the least. Does she see this glint in his eyes that cannot be tamped down by bruises or pain? That is the look of a man who delights in costumes, in changing his clothes, his persona. He has always been this way; it is fun to him.]

Though I may need assistance... ah, getting dressed. Do you mind aiding me?

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[ she must confess an interest in the idea of watching him methodically become another person entirely. without magic, without illusion... and into a woman, at that. how? what will he look like?

slowly... leans her head to the side until she's resting it against his arm. ]

Of course I would, lapochka.

[Lovely, of course.

And here, he ducks down just enough to place a kiss on her forehead.]

Then let me show you her usual attire.

[They'll need to privacy of his room, first, and so he leads her to it. Upon entry, he'll close the door behind him, and he's off to fuss around within his closet -- whether or not she still wants to be guided with, hand-in-hand, is up to her.]

The suggestion box is an invaluable resource when it comes to obtaining my old disguises, costumes, et cetera. And dresses too, of course.

[ she is helpless to his beck and call, like he is the moon and she is the water. of course she follows him. though... with a murmur beneath her breath, she also sets her Mage Hand to quietly turn the lock. she does not trust herself to be normal about this. ]

Why have you never worn any?

[Girl, are either of them normal about anything?]

And who says I have not! Perhaps I have lurked just 'round the corner in disguise and you have not noticed!

[He laughs, the sound reveberating in the closet.]

Though, I should mention that I have "worn" Ms Adler once upon my arrival here.

[ the fact that he really could have done. ]

For what purpose?

[He could have.]

Ah, a “date” with Mr Inui. Though at the time, it was more of a trial than not. He found it embarrassing to be in the presence of a flirtatious woman, and I had hoped to… acclimate him to the experience.

[rip Juzo Inui]

Ms Adler has not had an outing since.

[ that's certainly not the explanation she might have expected. but then again, what would have been?

she turns her gaze up towards him, very open. did it work, she wonders? Mister Inui, flustered by flirtatious women... never would have guessed. ]

Then I am glad to ask her join me tonight.

[Very flustered. Oh, if she only knew.

For now, though, Sholmes unearths himself from the depths of his relatively messy closet, but holding tightly onto a dress that looks rather similar to this. He holds it against his frame.]

Mm, what do you think? A bit of accessorizing, the right boots, and of course the right hat, a proper wig... And I think it might be fine for an outing wherever the two of you choose.

[ Oh No. she can already feel herself being so not normal about this. ]

[ her tail gives a little swish. she swallows dryly. ]

I love colour.

[Sprezzatura....are you okay]

And the style, too, I hope?

[ IM GREAT ]

Yes, of course! Very flattering... cut...

[He looks at her for a moment, considering. Eyebrows raising. For a second... knowing, perhaps.

But then it's gone. A wide smile, then he hands her the dress without warning and begins unbuttoning the front of his waistcoat.]

Perfect. I will have to unearth her corset, too, of course. That you will have to aid me with.

[ oh, there is too much happening all at once. she graciously folds the dress over in her hands the once, feeling the softness of the velvety material, then looks up sharpish as he promptly begins to unbutton himself. ]

You have corset?

[ and despite the pang of hunger she feels at that thought, her gaze is very keen—not to devour him with her eyes, as much as she would like to do... but to see the damage she'd done. she wants to know what lies beneath. she wants to see it and sit with that for a moment. ]

[The waistcoat is unbuttoned, and he shrugs it off. Keen eyes will indeed note that he favors his right side--the one that slammed straight into that angel statue--but it does not seem to abate his fervor, either way. Throws the article of clothing into a small stack of clothes on the floor nearby. Very neat.]

Of course!

[He disappears into the closet again, then comes out with a clippy hanger with a ivory white corset hung upon it.]

It is more malleable than the ones I am generally used to. [He means it is not a hard boned corset like those in the Victorian era.] But it will do just fine.

[ the chaotic state of his room barely registers as a blip to Sprezzatura—her own would be much worse, if she'd been at all of a mind to acquire as she has acquired in the past. for as fastidious as she is, she doesn't even bat an eye when he tosses the waistcoat aside.

she does bat both eyes at the corset.

can't keep pussyfooting around this.

in a despairing murmur, ] Oh, my god, Herlock. I may not survive this.

[He blinks.

And then bursts out into laughter.

...He has to clamp a hand down over the right side of his ribs, but he wheezes out the tail end of his laughter, all the same.]

My dear, we've not even started. Is your imagination already getting the better of you?

[ the way he favours himself sends an ugly pang through her, but more importantly— ] We have started!

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