OLIVER
While his own rehearsals hadn't been as great, Oliver still felt confident enough to come to the party. After all, he had promised Bastien and while he for sure wasn't going to put on as good of a show as the rest of the men, he certainly was going to try his very best.
Arriving wearing tight, black leather pants and a white tank top, he made his way over to Bastien, offering the man a soft smile. While he didn't have any make up, he did add on some earrings that dangled down, looking as though they were feathers. There was a new sense of confidence that swarmed the man, and rightfully so. It had been a while since he spoke with his guildmaster and between the time of his rehearsals and the party, Safrin had granted him proper use of his body. This meant that no longer was he afraid of accidentally revealing too much. Tonight was a night to feel attractive and nothing was going to stop him.
Leaning towards the man, Oliver spoke in a hushed tone, a smile on his face. "Hope I'm not too early. Let me know where you want me to go and I'll be there." For now? He'd be content with speaking with his guildmaster and surveying the atmosphere. Though, he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting towards the door to the backroom, clearly having an interest in it. "You also wouldn't happen to have any make up, would you? I feel like I'm... lacking." His outfit wasn't flashy and all he had going for him was his pants and earrings.
Arriving wearing tight, black leather pants and a white tank top, he made his way over to Bastien, offering the man a soft smile. While he didn't have any make up, he did add on some earrings that dangled down, looking as though they were feathers. There was a new sense of confidence that swarmed the man, and rightfully so. It had been a while since he spoke with his guildmaster and between the time of his rehearsals and the party, Safrin had granted him proper use of his body. This meant that no longer was he afraid of accidentally revealing too much. Tonight was a night to feel attractive and nothing was going to stop him.
Leaning towards the man, Oliver spoke in a hushed tone, a smile on his face. "Hope I'm not too early. Let me know where you want me to go and I'll be there." For now? He'd be content with speaking with his guildmaster and surveying the atmosphere. Though, he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting towards the door to the backroom, clearly having an interest in it. "You also wouldn't happen to have any make up, would you? I feel like I'm... lacking." His outfit wasn't flashy and all he had going for him was his pants and earrings.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
