1534/The Proper Dress

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The Proper Dress
Date of Scene: 18 June 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Gothic Lolita, Miss Moreau




Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The center of Metropolis in a way, the main business district is a sprawling mass of big name stores and malls, mixed with scattered buildings and residental blocks among the stretches of shops and stores that flow through the middle like rivers. Much of it is pure consumerism at its finest (or worst, depending on your point of view), with names anyone would know.

    But farther off the beaten path are those little gems of speciality stores and cafes that cater to a smaller, select or dedicated subset of the population. Or all three. One particular store is set amid the strip malls and occasional apartment buildings. It looks like it started off life as a car dealership, from the large windows that make up the front, opening into a showroom beyond. But rather than cars, the order of the day is frills, ribbons, and dark, somber colors with only occasional hints of color as decoration. The sign outside reads. 'Twilight Hearts'. From the mannequins in the window, it definitely caters not just to the more gothic set, but to the much more fancy elements of the genre.

    The door is propped at the open, letting in a breeze and a bit of sun, though the store itself varies. at the front, by the windows, there's light streaming in through the treated glass, subdued but lighting things clearly. As you go farther to the back amid the dress racks, displays of stockings, shoes, and other accessories, it gets more dim. The mirrors are there...after all, if you're going to wear something from here, don't you want to see how it looks in dim light?

    Current, however, there's an argument that carries from outside to any passerby. "I'm sorry, we do not allow people to walk barefoot in here..." comes a slightly irritated young woman's voice. The other is more calm. "I realize that, that's why I would like to come in to buy some shoes, and other things, please."

Miss Moreau has posed:
Truly, the Twilight Hearts is a place that Miss Moreau treasures. In fact, herself and most of her fellow Roses have expense accounts with the place. And so it is both the promise of finery and an argument catches Moreau's attention. She's in a far more black affair today, skipping the charcoal hues, making the rose on her chest stand out all the more.

A big husky is at her side, leading her into the store. "Is that you, Miss Anne? Surely customers are not being unreasonable?" Comes those sweet, faux-english tones ruined by her Gotham hardness beneath.

One arm goes to her hips, and Moreau tilts her head. The big dog lets out a friendly 'wuff'. It's a typical example of the fuzzy breed, only with a purple circular mark on it's forehead. Odd.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Miss Anne is one of those girl who is SERIOUS BIZNESS when it comes to her clothing choices. She's not only one of the part owners, but she's also one of the designers, and can be very fussy about getting everything just so. You've heard her snark about other people's poor fashion choices or little things that most people wouldn't even notice might be a fashion faux pas. She's not entirely abrasive about it, but she really can't help herself when she sees a fashion disaster, mostly because part of her is twitching to fix it the moment she sees it.

    Which is why the other girl standing in front of her, turning to look at you and your dog curiously, is obviously IDEAL to send her into conniption fits. She looks Japanese primarily, definitely in the little nose and the slightly almond-shaped eyes and long, silken black hair, currently falling unbound around her shoulders in a mussed waterfall of raven. But it's the eyes that also give away that she must have at least some mixed blood, in that they are both a bit wide, drawing attention to her heartshaped face, but also a deep beautiful royal blue in color.

    It's likely the rest of the outfit that's causing the conniption, however, as she wearing what looks like a Metropolis football jersey, that looks a bit worn at best. It's far too big for her, hanging over her slender frame down to her lower thighs, from which bare legs emerge, leading down to slightly dirty bare feet. Worn over it, sort of, is a men's jacket that looks...well, shredded in places. She has a patiently exasperated expression as Anna greets you with a big smile. "Miss Moreau, how nice to see you today! Let me just deal with this and I'll be right with you." The dog may be looking a bit warily at the girl....she just doesn't smell quite right.

Miss Moreau has posed:
Moreau lets out a little giggle, and fully curtseys to Anne. And by proxy, the beautiful japanese woman! It's the dog that catches onto poor Gothic's little problem. He wuffs, and then steps forward...and paws gently at the goth girl in that ill fitting clothing!

"What is it, my friend? Oh? How curious." Luckily, Moreau talking to animals is a regular thing. The blind woman is one of many eccentrics that pass through the shop. The smell of explosives and ozone definitely gets her attention.

Moreau steps right into Gothic's personal space, seeking a hand. "Oh, no, my dear friend. Allow me to help. You smell as though you have been through a rough time, sweetling! Call me Miss Moreau! Are you here to shop? Would you like some help?" Comes Moreau excitedly! She'll practically start dragging poor Gothic off to the corset aisle!

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Anne's start of a protest is cut off adroitly as you step past as she mmphs, then folds her arms, a little disapproving but not willing to push it if you're putting yourself in the middle.

    Up close, she looks quite young, or it might just be because she has such delicate features. Certainly late teens or early college, though she might be one of those Asian women blessed with a youthful look even into their late twenties.

    As the dog wuffs and snuffles at her, the girl gets a faint flush, then crouches down in front of him. "Hello there...you're very friendly....' she says thoughtfully, smiling at the pooch. The jersey, however, does ride up a bit as she does, though she modestly tugs at the hem as she feels it sliding a bit too high. Still, it...looks like she might not be wearing much under it. Certainly no shorts, unless they're cut very high on her legs.

    As you take her hands she lets you, rising back up as she tilts her head, looking you over curiously. "Miss Moreau? I am, yes. I know I'm not properly dressed, but that's why I'm here. I'm sorry for the scene I must be making, but I will be happy to disappear into a dressing room..." Then you starts to pull her as she's tugged after you, only a faint hint of resistance before she's following you, looking bemused. "Ah...thank you?" she offers as Anne sighs, rolling her eyes, but washing her hands of it for the moment. As long as she's not in the front where people might SEE such a unfashionable woman in her store!

Miss Moreau has posed:
"He's a lovely boy, isn't he?" The dog wags his tail and leans right into every rub!

"Hmm, you're right, we should get you some privacy. And I need to take your measurements if we are going to get you properly attired. In we go!" Poor Gothic is getting shoved into a dressing room. From somewhere in all her ruffles, out comes a measuring tape. There's little notches along it, no less. How odd!

"What is your name? If I may..." Hands first go to Gothic's face if she lets her, and then across sides very gently. Nothing overtly improper, though they do longer. In the dressing room, Moreau has this content smile on her face. A happy little sigh. It wouldn't take much to shove away the odd mage as she soon puts tape to bust and hips.

"Ooh, what a true doll you are! I could wrap you up and take you home! Mmm. You do need a bath, sweet. Have you anywhere to stay? I'm not sure who assaulted you, but I simply will not have you walking the streets in that. It's improper!"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The girl gets a faintly cheerfully amused look now as she's pushed and pulled, continuing to move....she doesn't really resist at all, starting to move before you push even as she backs into the dressing room obediently. She does feel quite firm under the hand, even if you're not pressing it firmly...perhaps someone who exercises regularly? More than that, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by being guided, or touched, her blue eyes on yours as she tilts her head up as you cup her cheeks. Very soft, silky skin. Not an imperfection that you can see, in fact. "My name is Gothic Lolita." she says, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Lolita is fine, if you prefer." she adds in a voice tinged with humor.

    She shrugs off the tattered jacket and raises her arms as you slide the measure around her bust, and her hips. She's definitely a bit more curvy than most Japanese girls, enough that she has enough to showcase quite nicely in a bodice or corset. She doesn't seem shy about where you have to go, though she looks slightly suprised at your offer, but responds to the questions easily enough. "...I do need a bath, yes." she admits, sighing. "I do not have a place to stay." She doesn't have the smell of someone who's been on the streets for long, other than the odd burned and ozone smell clinging to her hair.

Miss Moreau has posed:
Moreau pauses a little at the name. "Well! Then you have come to the right place. I know /exactly/ what we can put you in!"

Measurements taken, she finally gives Gothic some breathing room. "Lolita it is. Then, you shall stay with me tonight. My hotel room is a bit spacious for one, so you should be comfortable. First! Clothes!"

Moreau /skips/ out of the room, and five minutes later? She's back. She has a pile of clothes! The first thing she is helping poor Goth into? It's a red affair, long in the back, short in the front. She has some stockings to go with the whole affair too!

Helping her out of that jacket and shirt? Moreau is a grinning wolf. "Do you know how to wear this, or should I help you get it on?" At least the woman is giving the option!

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita seems a bit bemused at the energy involved, but smiles a bit at it too, clasping her hands behind her back demurely as she waits for her return, then looks at the pile of clothes with interest. She's neatly hung the jacket up, and is in the process of tugging up the shirt when you come back in, though she lets it fall so she can peer through the neck hole at you, admiring the haul brought in. "Those look like wonderful choices, thank you." she says, then with good humor gives herself back over into your ministrations as you pull the shirt up and off.

    It's immediately obvious the jersey comes off...she isn't wearing a stitch underneath, other than some smudges of what looks like sticky blue fluid here and there and some dusty smudge marks that seem there mostly because they've stuck to the blue mess where it dots her skin. She's flawless again underneath, and hairless as well from the neck down as far as you can see, though her brow raises slightly as you grin at her that way. "I would probably require some foundational garments first." she says, with just a faint tinge of pink to her cheeks. "Or perhaps not with a corset, but..."

Miss Moreau has posed:
Moreau gasps a bit when she finally realizes! This is mostly with a bit of assistance as she pulls up that jersey. "Scandalous! Such a daring little doll you are! Don't worry, I will not tell a soul of your secret. Mmm...oh dear, messy. What /ever/ did you get up to?"

A round of tut'ing towards Lolita, and then she's out the door again. A brief phone coversation, and she returns. The undergarments she's chosen are black, lacey, and practically scandalous. The stockings and garters don't help much either! But first?

Several towels, some wet and warm, others dry, and...is that a sponge?

"Let's get you cleaned up. Shower later, first we at least make it so you do not ruin these clothes." Once again, Moreau is unabashedly helpful in this process. It's Moreau's turn to blush as she works, looking inordinately happy with the situation.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I am not usually in this much of a state..." the girl assures her, lifting her arms as she begins wiping off the mess. "Unfortunately the shirt was the only article of clothing fit for wear, though it was long enough to be a makeshift dress at least." she continues, holding still, her cheeks still slightly rosy. She really enjoyed the irony of using that particular line on the gentleman with the unfortunate bandana and sidearm, too, but 'your clothes, give them to me' doesn't magically adjust the waistband to where they wouldn't be constantly falling down. Sigh. Still, he WAS very cheeky and thoroughly deserved it.

    She waits patiently until you're done, then reaches for the lacy garments in question, leaning down to slide the panties up over her legs, before fastening the garters there. She doesn't use the bench provided, instead preferring to balance on one foot as she lifts the other, sliding the black stocking over her feet and up to her thigh in a smooth motion as she lowers it, then switches to the other to do the same, before fastening the garters properly. At that point, she lets out a little sigh, some of the pink vanishing. "Oh, that's much better..."

Miss Moreau has posed:
Moreau claps twice, and laughs. "Then you should try to avoid trouble that leaves you in such a state. Is this a common occurance, Miss Lolita?"

When the poor gynoid is at least not scandalous anymore? The beruffled woman smiles. "That must feel wonderful, dear. Here. Time to try this on! Arms up please!"

Thankfully, there's no corset to cinch in, so Lolita is safe for now. She might notice a myriad of other dresses though! Some definitely involving corsets. But it seems that's for later. The dress is silk, probably absurdly expensive. Smoothing it down on the other woman, she nods in approval. "Perfect. It was made for you. So. Am I to assume you are somewhat financial lowly at the moment? If you cannot afford them, I will purchase them for you. But! You will owe me a favor. What are your talents, Lolita? Unless you'd prefer being my dressup doll for a while."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The girl just holds out her arms again, having learned to just not resist at this point, though her rosebud lips are pursed in a little smile as you help her into the outfit over the black panties and bra. She gently smooths her hands over the fine silk skirt, brushing the reddish fabric, then points her toes, before falling into a graceful curtsey towards you. "Thank you very much. I do not have the funds at the moment, no, but I would be happy to be your dressup doll if you truly wish it." she says with a faint smile as she straightens, very politely avoiding the question completely. "Would you find that acceptable?" She clasps her hands in front of her as she beams at you gently.

Miss Moreau has posed:
Arms cross, and Moreau nods. "Finally. You are now a proper Lady! Miss Lolita, you are set to absolutely break hearts!"

She can /hear/ that curtsey, and it has her sighing once more. A hand to her cheek, and the woman is visibly pondering the idea. When her dog pokes it's head in and barks? "Oh, well, if my pet says you are a good doll, then I accept! Oh, we will have so much fun! We can dance, shop, have tea parties!" Lolita might be the winner on the end of this deal. "Get anything you like in the store!"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The girl idly starts to twirl her hair between her fingers. "Oh, that would be rude, if it is partly for your enjoyment. I would be happy to try on whatever you select?" She says witha faint smile. She considers. "If I could have some hair ribbons, however, that would be very nice." she admits. She misses her pigtails. She smiles at the dog, reaching over to scritch his head with her fingertips. "I have no objection to any of these things." she adds. Because, well...she actually enjoys all of those things quite a bit anyway.

Miss Moreau has posed:
"Ribbons it will be! Such lovely hair simply /cannot/ be left plain!"

Out Moreau rushes, humming a happy tune. The dog helps her along, pawing at this ribbon or that. When she returns? It's with several stacks of ribbons, some small and dainty, while others impressively large!

"I like my dolls to speak. You know your pretty porcelain self better than I. Here, hold still!"

Then, Moreau is gathering that lovely black hair, starting to do it up in ridiculous pigtails! Long ones at that, with ribbons down either side to keep them together. Alternating blacks and reds, with the largest like a bow atop her head at a jaunty angle! As for her enjoying Moreau's list of activities?

Arms reach, and she's trying to hug the woman as she lets out a squeal of a woman half her age. "Oh, you are truly a prized discovery, Lolita! You're fit to make me fall in love with how adorable you are!"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The girl smiles a bit at that, watching you rush off yet again, before she very carefully perches on the little bench in the changing room. It's a darling decorative piece...so she locks her knees when she gets to a certain point, so she can seem to be sitting comfortably, but actually is carefuly balancing her weight just short of completely resting against it. She really would feel terrible if she broke it, after all

    She tilts her head, as you return, letting you gather in the soft silky hair as you tie the ribbons around either side, then blinks as she's hugged, getting a faint pink flush again. "Thank you very much...' she says politely, sliding her arms up to give you a gentle snuggle back. "You're very kind to help me like this, it's good to have someone here who appreciates proper finery."

Miss Moreau has posed:
Finally she lets go, looking happy as a peach. Somewhere in the twisted heart of the sick woman, Moreau feels like a girl again. With a real friend. The fantasy, to her, might just be worth more than the money she'll spend tonight.

"Think nothing of it. I don't get to do this very often. I usually have to shop for myself! There are very few who seem to love fashion such as this, and are willing to come with me. It's...Lolita." A curtsey. "I would like to become your friend." Then she's leaning out the changing room. "Come, come! Let us get you a robe to sleep in, and then I will pay for your things. Then we will get you a nice shower, a tea and a sandwich, and then some well deserved rest. How does that sound?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The other girl rises as you lean back from the hug, a gentle smile on her lips, eyes twinkling. "I'm pleased I can make you happy in this way then." she says cheerfully. "And...I would be happy to be your friend." She curtsey's back in the same graceful, perfect motion from before, save this time she has the proper skirt to do it correctly! "All of these things sound wonderful." she admits. "Are you sure it is not putting you out too much, however? I don't wish to intrude on your home..."

Miss Moreau has posed:
After taking a few moments to finally pay, and ignoring the glares issued towards the now well dressed young woman, Moreau has a nice purple robe done in beautiful lace. She makes sure to drape the thing over Lolita for a moment, before nodding.

A car pulls up outside, a white sedan. Moreau will try to take up Lolita's arm gently. "No, it is none at all. Rather, I want you to visit my home. Let me know when you are in Gotham. With a few arrangements, I can have you over for a night or three. Perhaps you will even like it there. I have so many pets I could introduce you to!"

A little poke of that cute nose. "But tonight, it is girl's night, just you and I, my new friend. I cannot wait to tell you about myself." A giggle! And the car door opens for the two women.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The dark haired girl, now properly attired, follows along curious. "Pets?" she says, with suddenly interest as she's led along. "Pets sound very nice...and I would love to hear more about you." she says honestly, that amused, cheerful little smile on her lips again as she's led into the car, sliding inside with her, before the door closes to carry both away. For tea. And other things!