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| Valia | Oct 19 2014, 07:20 PM Post #1 |
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Deaths Lady
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(10/19/14 11:19:08 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: Within the upper quarters of the office, I finally begun to examine the delivery of goods from the seamstress. Several pieces had been commissioned on my behalf and she had been the go-between. Supplying the measurements and instruction to the leather worker who would have the ulitmate challenge of designing the final piece. The seamstress herself had been given the task of fashioning robes. And the two pieces must function together, no easy task. But I had faith the coin had not been wasted. From the wooden box, I drew forth the separate pieces and laid them out upon the chaise lounge. Excited by the prospect, I began to undress so that I could try on the new arrivals. 10/19/14 11:59:04 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: Light glittered across the wood plank flooring, the diamond pattern of the lattice covered balcony decorated the raw wood in shadow. Several small braziers were arranged around the interior of the room to provide warmth while several small tripods held the sputtering flame of wicks, the rounded domes filled with tharlarion oil shedding dancing light within the shadows. It was more than sufficient to see. In the small distance, I would hear the activity of the docks. It was times like this that I missed the compound most. The quiet, solitude and privacy. I tried not let my mind drift as I stepped from the pile of robing, slender fingers worked the leather string that ran the length of metal grommets until the corset too was peeled away. Ribbons of dark hair hung down the line of my back, whispering against ivory skin every subtle movement as I moved forward, claiming the new corset within the grip of fingers. I stood before the chaise in stockings and boots and little else. This new design was a single piece, made slim, but could be tightened with the use of straps and buckles. Designed to be worn beneath clothing discreetly, it would all but disappear beneath the correct draping of robes. I slipped it on overhead, shimmying it into place. It was a closer fit than the other and required much adjustment, its length stretched from mid-swell of breasts to just below concave shape of a slender waist. The leather was thicker than that of the other, not as supple. But with time and wear, I knew that would change as it conformed to me. Small, flat laying buckles were threaded along the front so that it could be adjusted to fit the wearer, something I began to appreciate as I adjusted its fit to my comfort. Once I felt it in place, I moved testing its flexibility. The leather gave with movement and easily, I reached around to the small of my back were the sheath rode just below the small of my back. A smile dared to tease along the curve of my mouth. There was the soft whisper of sound as I crossed from the chaise towards my dressing table in search of a gift given some time ago. The fingers of my left hand curled the bone hilt delicately and I turned my back to the mirror so that I could watch as the blade slid carefully into that sheath positioned for a cross-draw. Perfection achieved. I would have to practice drawing the blade until it was a natural, fluid thing. But at least now, I would some small measure of self protection. Happy with the arrangement and fit, I returned to the chaise to finish dressing. The other garments would prove the success, if they all functioned as I had wished. And if they did, the seamstress would need to alter many more garments. (10/19/14 12:16:59 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: I admired the work of the seamstress as I closely observed the garments. She had taken the robes and split them into separate pieces, that when worn and draped carefully, would still appear to be just a single piece. Not only did it make dressing easier, but allowed me access to the hilt, should it be necessary. Something I thought wouldn't be likely, but as the events of the betrayer remained were called to mind, nothing was impossible. The skirting was drawn on first and then the tunic-like top that layered over it. The scrolling pattern that decorated the material hid the hemlines so that it was nearly undetectible. A stola of light and gauzy material was drawn diagonally from my right shoulder to curve around my left hip and was tied there, its drape distracting the eye from the subtle curves of a slender frame. Once more dressed, I returned to the dressing table to fix the length of obsidian hair into a twist held in place with the strategic placing of metal pins. Pins that once place, disappeared entirely into the vast darkness of so much hair, all that was seen were the intricate twists of coiled hair into a neatly gathered "mess". Delicate wisps escaped the layers, teasing along the artful slope of high cheeks. I arranged several more pins to ensure the arrangement would hold and from the corner of my eye, the shadow of the figure in the painting suddenly drew my attention. Perhaps it was just in the periphory of my view that I realized it was there. The painting itself was large, 5 foot long and 3 feet high, taking up most of the wall. The darkness of the forest was captured brilliantly, the silouhettes of trees and things glimpsed at first look. But there in the shadows, lurked the form of a person. I found myself walking towards it for a closer inspection. The palms of my hands came to rest on the cabinet that sat beneath it as I lent forward. How had I missed that? My gaze shifted from the shadow to the frame itself. Gilded edges decorated its boarder in pattern of tangled vines and ivy leaves so real I found myself reaching out to touch it. It was a solid frame, likely carved, and I was awed at the crafstmenship of it. To clarify, the corset it based off this design minus the straps and shoulder pieces --the addition of a sheath just below the low back, seated to allow a cross-draw from the left. http://www.calimacil.se/media/catalog/product/cache/9/image/333x503/0f396e8a55728e79b48334e699243c07/c/o/corset_noir_1_1.jpg Edited by Valia, Oct 19 2014, 07:32 PM.
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