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[Very much like their first encounter. How can he forget?

He leans into the kiss a bit before she pulls away, and though they do not break eye contact, Sholmes will stand to make dressing him feasible.]

I am curious to see what "look" you give Ms Adler. Perhaps I might adopt it back in London when we are free to return.

[ she doesn't want to think about Sholmes back in London right now. ]

We will see. Step in?

[Oh, but surely the time is near. Surely they've all given it some thought, even if not everyone has put the notion to words just yet.]

As the lady wishes.

[And into the dress he goes. It seems fairly tailored to his frame.]

[ every day... every day.

she busies herself with helping the bodice up over his petticoat and then over his hips. there is a degree of focus she can allow herself for this, hedging out the less pleasant thoughts. once she's helped him into the sleeves, she puts her fingers to the lowest button. starts working her way up. ]

[He lets her take her time, of course. Sholmes is still as she works, dressing him, and he looks at her face all the while. Wonders what is working behind that mind that he is not privy to, not yet.

So, instead, as she works at the buttons-]

What would you like to do after Ms Adler is dressed and made-up, hm?

Undress her again.

[ primly, another button. the cinched waist, while not extreme, is really doing it for her. ]

...But before that, maybe... outing?

[Oh goodness. It isn't as though the signs weren't already there, but how forward, Ms Vaux! He laughs in that half-surprised way.]

Wine her and dine her first, my dear. But then... I think she would be a fool to deny you.

[He straighens more as she makes her way up, up.]

An outing, yes. I may unearth her parasol again. How does the beach sound?

[ don't laugh at her! some slight colour comes into her cheeks; she soldiers on ]

Evening at beach... I would like that.

[ finally she reaches his chest and stops, smoothing her palms over the flat planes of his chest ]

Do you fill this out?

We may spread a blanket out over the sand and enjoy the view even. Perhaps bring along something to drink... hm.

[Eyes glancing down at her hands smoothing over where he decidedly does not fill out the bosom area.]

Oh yes. Last time I used... steamed meat buns, I believe they were.

[perhaps this should not surprise her by now]

You used... Miss Yanli's... buns?

Of course. You are familiar with them, are you not? Then even you must deduce from memory that they were-- [HANDS AT HIS CHEST] --perfectly the right size and shape!

Herlock, oh my god!

[Huffing out yet one more laugh, dropping his hands to his side again.]

Come now, it isn't... orthodox, no, but they were not wasted!

We are not doing this. Herlock, repeat after me.

That we are not using buns specifically to give me a fuller bosom?

We are not using buns to give you fuller bosom!

Mammon. Wait here.

But it worked, and it left me something to nibble on when I was peckish later.

[Okay but surely now he’s just pulling her leg. And also yes, he will wait.]

[ she doesn't trust that that's a joke. that's forbidden knowledge. he would do that. he did do that.

she's sure. ]

[ and she thinks about it the entire way back to her room.

shortly, he'll receive another text: ] Shite. Let me in

[Ha, she didn't think that part through, did she?

The door opens! And there's Sholmes, in his dress with his very flat chest.]

And what solution have you brought with you?

[ she holds something up. it's blue. ]

Inserts.

Eye-catching!

Are they edible, too?

Not generally!

[ brings one up to her nose to sniff..... ]

No. Definitely not.

But sometimes?

[His smile cracks wider.]

I'm joking, of course. Possibly.

[Stepping aside to let her back in.]

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