10127/Hellfire Pickup

Hellfire Pickup
Date of Scene:	05 November 2019
Location:	Little Costume Shop in Flatbush
Synopsis:	Emma Returns to the little costume shop - not to retrieve her order but to recruit Alice as a personal seamstress.
Cast of Characters:	Red, Emma Frost

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Red has posed:
Just some 24 and a few hours after Emma had popped in to give the odd order to the little costume shop, Alice had the item in question sitting in a paper wrap on the counter of her workbench. She hadn't managed to find a way to get it done in real leather as leather was so alien to work with for her and always needed those pesky needles to work with, which so wasn't fine with her. Instead, she had opted to work with boning from ASA, a high impact plastic usually used in automotive industry. Not the best choice, but much easier to work with than with steel, and still very sturdy. Between the pockets, Coutil was interwoven with Rayon at the hems, and as the seams were supposed to be hidden between the sheets, it wasn't really visible that there actually wasn't any stitching - the Rayon fabric was pretty much interwoven and molded into the sturdy cotton middle layer, technically much more secure than a couple seams. The waiting game had begun.

Emma Frost has posed:
    The door chimes once more as Emma finally returns and wearing a drastically different suit with a large overcoat on with fur at the cuffs and collar. The blonde's hair is done up into a tight and intricate bun as though she were about to go to some great gala. "Hello again Alice." Emma says kindly bit with an air of business as her shoes clack against the floor on her way to the counter where she pauses... "Is that it?" She asks, pointing at the paper wrapped corset.

Red has posed:
The sound of this time is first a huge gong, then some techno music, soon followed by the iconic "MORTA KOMBAT!" scream. With the later, Alice appears in the doorframe wearing a black blouse and a pair of blue jeans together with some converse. to the workshop, smiling some before greeting. "Ah, Miss frost. Give me a moment," she notes, grabbing the item from the back and putting it on the counter for Emma to unwrap and look at it. "This is what you ordered, at least how I interpreted it." With this, she points to the wrapped package.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma lifts her gloved hand to run across the wrapped corset and it puts a small smile on her lips... "Would you be willing to wear this thing so I can see it on someone else before i wear it myself?" Emma asks.

Red has posed:
"Eh, sure Miss Frost. It was made with what I guessed on your numbers, but I can give it a try... it would not look perfectly fitting though, my figure is a little different." Alice remarks, reaching over to unwrap the parcel to show it to Emma beforehand. "It would have been a little easier if you had given me measurements though, I had to take the security cam to make some educated guesses..."

Emma Frost has posed:
     Emma lifts her eyebrow at the mention of security cameras. "So you're saying you stared at my ass and waist all night so you could make this corset in my size..." Emma muses and smirks with a little joy in her face. "I do want to see you in it still, if you don't mind that is?"

Red has posed:
"Technically I was looking at the screen to adjust a seamstress figurine to work with, but whatever. I'll need a couple minutes to get it on, if you'll excuse me. You'd like a coffee while you wait?" Alice asks, flushing a little at the blunt note from Miss Frost.

Emma Frost has posed:
     "No, I am fine, I will simply peruse the store floor." Emma says matter of factly before she turns around and start to walk slowly through the store, her head turning this way and that as she looks at the avaliable wares.

Red has posed:
Even if there is pretty little store to walk through, there are the catalogues to look at with all the costumes in the stock. "Allright, Will be right back!" Alice announces before she slips to the back to redress.

Maybe five minutes later she returns, having changed her blouse for said corset and a tank-top to make sure she wouldn't stain it and stay decent as it wasn't an exact fit, the two women having somewhat dissimilar anatomy in some ways. "I can't exactly start to pull the strings too much alone, but I hope you get an idea how it might look on you."

Emma Frost has posed:
     Emma turns to face Alice and puts a hand to her chin in thought. "I have a hunch about you..." Emma says, stepping closer and pulling out of her coat a roll of cash and puts it in the counter before Alice. "Make it fit you perfectly right here right now, and all this and more will be yours." Emma says with a lift of both of her eyebrows.

Red has posed:
Alice eyes Emma carefully, eyes squinting some, ruffling her red hair some. "I ain't a Supergirl or something that I can alter my body to fit clothing." She gives Emma another long look, then grabs a key from her pocket and moves to the door to lock it, pulling the blind up before walking back to the counter.

"You ain't gonna tell anything that's happening in here to anyone or I'm gonna go and find you and show you how it is to be on the bad side of me. Also, it might not be as pretty, as the cotton inlays to make it sturdy ain't as nice to work with as the rayon." Alice notes, cracking her fingers before inhaling and then starting to brush with her hands over the sides of the corset, starting to reshape the fabrics, working on getting it more body conforming as she moves the hands up. A slow movement up, almost a ripple as she alters the fit, ending with the hands under her arms. With a little wet sound she slaps those hands onto the counter. "Now happy?"

Emma Frost has posed:
     "Almost." Emma says, pushing away from the counter and dropping a metal business card on the counter with just an address on one side. "Wear that corset and whatever you feel works best on bottom and meet me there at 9 tonight. You're more a seamstress for Emma Frost. And I don't like to share." Emma says before she slips out of the door.

Red has posed:
Alice was a little perplexed at the sudden offer, having forgotten the key on the counter, allowing Emma to reach for it and let herself out. She sighed, then went to retrieve it from the lock and open the blind again before retreating to the backroom. What did this woman think?! On the way she picked up the metal card, looking over it before flicking it into a dartboard and then getting rid of the corset again. That thing wasn't fitting perfectly yet, and if she was going to honor that odd offer, she was to make it fit perfect...