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

Inserts.

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Eye-catching!

Are they edible, too?

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Not generally!

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

No. Definitely not.

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But sometimes?

[His smile cracks wider.]

I'm joking, of course. Possibly.

[Stepping aside to let her back in.]

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When you are using buns, then!

[ she brushes past him. maybe she cops a feel of his backside through the dress, just with her tail on the way by. ]

These at least you can squeeze.

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[Oh-! He straightens, almost up on his toes, surprised but grinning. That dexterous tail of hers will be the death of him (fond).]

Should you not woo a lady first before you start so shamelessly fondling, Ms Vaux?

[Closing the door behind them, it's time to head back to his room again!]

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I am holding your breasts right now, Herlock.

[ what an insane thing to come out of her mouth ]

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[Complete and utter nonsense. Sholmes loves it.

He follows her, hands at his chest, pulling gently at the material and where it leaves a gap.]

Only because you were kind enough to find them for me first. But shall they go where they belong, now?

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[ into his bedroom! she closes and locks the door behind them. it sounds distant in her ears; her heartbeat is still quite fast. and it shows. she's blushing. ]

Mmhm. Sit.

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[The second time she's locked the door behind them. And it still looks like a flush is creeping along her skin -- maybe more than before.

Will they even make it past the makeup stage, he wonders, with some amusement, but then crosses back to the bed and sits.]

You're blushing.

[This time, he points it out.]

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[ she comes to stand before him, blue breastforms in hand. seems like the box figured she wanted them for herself...? ]

Stop it.

[ don't bring attention to it!! ]

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[Then what if he brings attention to another thing, that smile still frustratingly on his face-]

...Are they supposed to be blue, my dear?

[He thought, perhaps, that was just the material, and it hardly matters if they are mostly to be covered. But hm, that is awful close to her own skintone, isn't it?]

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I asked for something like mine! I don't know why it is blue.

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Like yours...? Well, then isn't that why? Because yours are blue?

[A keen detective here, folks.]

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Well, mine also have nipples. These do not.

[ now hold these so she can open the front of this dress enough to get them inside. ]

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Sprezzatura, do not talk about Ms Adler's new, blue bosom in such a way.

[Faux aghast, as he takes them from her, holding them up so she can fuss with his dress.]

You will make her self-conscious.

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I do not think neither her nor you capable of that emotion.

[ case in point! she gets the buttons open enough to slip one insert in, and then the other... it's going to be quite a lot of fondling and shifting things about now. luckily, the process is just finicky enough that Sprezzatura can't precisely get hot and bothered by it. ]

WE NEED SOMETHING HAPPY TO TAG

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[Not hot and bothered? Is that a challenge?]

That is hardly true. Though maybe a better choice of words is... self-aware? For example: I am very aware of your hands all over me right now, my dear.

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[ do you want to make it to the beach date or not, Sholmes. ]

You can do it yourself, if you like, but do not complain if your breasts finish lopsided.

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[fine I guess]

In what universe would I choose for you not to be touching me, hm? Do not be silly.

[In other words: yes please fix his breasts.]

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Hhhgm.

[ it's a little longer of shifting and adjusting--there's only so much she can do without a brassiere to put them in--but eventually, Sprezzatura's matronly fussing diminishes. she slips her hands out and closes the buttons. it's... passable.

in self-indulgence, she cups him and gives a squeeze he won't feel. ]

Like so.

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[It's better than passable as compared to... steamed meat muns. This is an upgrade, Sprezzatura.

And when the dress falls across his form properly, as Sholmes chooses to stand to test out just how well this blue-breasts hold, the curve of his bosom is certainly the shape of one that would belong to a lady, from a distance and even up-close. Who's going to scrutinize it too much between them, after all?]

Perfect! [He grins, gives a little twirl.] Nearly done.

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[ he is so charmingly enthusiastic that she laughs, softly. not a giggle. but close.

look at him twirl... ]

You are such beautiful man, Herlock. [ she wants him so badly, to kiss and hold and lay with, quietly, in the dark. ] Wig and makeup, was that it?

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[And he is always happy to earn that sound from her.]

I am a beautiful woman, you mean. [Well on his way, at least! But he nods, then crosses over to his messy desk, unearthing a makeup bag. He holds it up, jiggles it a bit.] My face first, then my hair.