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"More than you would think," Mateo says with easy confidence, flashing her a grin as he flits about her with some additional pins. "You just have to own what you wear, Theea. It is what you show to the world, after all." He's actually been fairly reserved in Torchline thus far when it comes to his fashion sense, but rest assured, a few wild night back up in Stormbreak and there's no telling, truly, what he'll look like coming out of the house.
Stepping back to admire the way the base fabric sits for a moment or so, tugging at it here and there, Mateo finally nods his satisfaction. "Hm? For me?" He scoffs, bouncing his eyebrows at her. "It was how interesting I suddenly found everybody else, if you catch my drift." For Mateo, at least, the embers of his libido had all but erupted into a wildfire once he found himself in a body capable of enjoying such pleasure. And he hasn't really stopped since.
"But of course," he says, of pinning her into the dress shape. "Once you are happy with it, I will cut down the back where the fastenings will go, so you can get out of it." For now, though, there are ribbons to snip and arrange, and as the botanist surveys her first ribbon, he lets out a musical laugh. "Ludo is quite crooked I think, so it bodes well. We will make it intentional - you keep snipping." In the meantime, he'll start pinning the strips in place to be sewn later.
Stepping back to admire the way the base fabric sits for a moment or so, tugging at it here and there, Mateo finally nods his satisfaction. "Hm? For me?" He scoffs, bouncing his eyebrows at her. "It was how interesting I suddenly found everybody else, if you catch my drift." For Mateo, at least, the embers of his libido had all but erupted into a wildfire once he found himself in a body capable of enjoying such pleasure. And he hasn't really stopped since.
"But of course," he says, of pinning her into the dress shape. "Once you are happy with it, I will cut down the back where the fastenings will go, so you can get out of it." For now, though, there are ribbons to snip and arrange, and as the botanist surveys her first ribbon, he lets out a musical laugh. "Ludo is quite crooked I think, so it bodes well. We will make it intentional - you keep snipping." In the meantime, he'll start pinning the strips in place to be sewn later.
