Flora
Nearly as tall as he is on the pedestal, Flora flashes the butcher a cunning smile as he approaches, before having to tilt her chin up to keep his gaze within hers. "But..." She hums expectantly, turning as he gestures for her to, regarding the pair of them in the mirror and waiting for what she assumed his actual opinion was.
Sipping in a small breath and holding it as the butcher bent at her side, Flora watches his fingers meticulously measure out something known only to his mind, before deciding on what the best length for this particular dress would be. "I think you're probably right." She agrees, tentatively bending her knees until the dress prevents her from lowering anymore. "Alright, this one's a no, then." From somewhere in the shop the keeper's voice calls out just a few more minutes! which has Flora raising an eyebrow.
"One more, then?" With his approval, Flora will disappear back into the changing room where the slow rustle of fabrics and the curses she mutters under her breath suggest the one she's trying to find her way into is fighting back.
Poking her head out, Flora flashes the butcher an adoring smile. "I might take you up on your offer, now." She purrs, disappearing behind the curtain, where, should the butcher follow, he'll find the queen wrapped in a deep wine-coloured lace gown. Turning to place her back to him and glancing at him coquettishly over her shoulder, Flora dropped her eyes that he might see what she needed help with: composed entirely of boning and lace, the corsetted back dripped with ribbons that would have been impossible for her to tighten on her own. Once tightened, the gown would hug her figure down to her waist before the lace would spill away from the structured bodice in waves of deep red.
Sipping in a small breath and holding it as the butcher bent at her side, Flora watches his fingers meticulously measure out something known only to his mind, before deciding on what the best length for this particular dress would be. "I think you're probably right." She agrees, tentatively bending her knees until the dress prevents her from lowering anymore. "Alright, this one's a no, then." From somewhere in the shop the keeper's voice calls out just a few more minutes! which has Flora raising an eyebrow.
"One more, then?" With his approval, Flora will disappear back into the changing room where the slow rustle of fabrics and the curses she mutters under her breath suggest the one she's trying to find her way into is fighting back.
Poking her head out, Flora flashes the butcher an adoring smile. "I might take you up on your offer, now." She purrs, disappearing behind the curtain, where, should the butcher follow, he'll find the queen wrapped in a deep wine-coloured lace gown. Turning to place her back to him and glancing at him coquettishly over her shoulder, Flora dropped her eyes that he might see what she needed help with: composed entirely of boning and lace, the corsetted back dripped with ribbons that would have been impossible for her to tighten on her own. Once tightened, the gown would hug her figure down to her waist before the lace would spill away from the structured bodice in waves of deep red.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
