Lhea isn't one to bemoan much when its her time to go. She knows that I love her dearly as a friend and she feels the same to me so when I tell her I have places to be she lets me go without much fuss. She dries off, I simply airdry the best you can with a pair of wet smallclothes on while I stand behind her watching her get dressed until its time for the corset. Like the true and proper gentleman that I am I help her tighten it up to get those breasts of hers to pop and slim that waist to a seductive level, though my hands are a bit sloppy I'm high and drunk at this point but I've gotten used to operating at a productive level with all of this in my system. She turns, hugs and kisses me on my cheek and soon enough leaves with a lingering goodbye wave of her hand as she exits.
As soon as the door is closed I strip out of my wet silk and linen bottoms and change into a fresh pair, kicking off the wet pair uncaring as to where they land. A fresh pair of bottoms later, I reach to put my pin-striped pink pants on and then my shoes. I custom make my shoes from existing patterns with slightly different materials that help achieve maximum attention on me when I walk into a room. First I only use whitened dodore leather. Its a status symbol, when most people adventure through the elements, being able to wear pure white leather dress shoes says a lot about what you can and can't afford. Secondly, I take the bottom of the soles and use a much harder leather on the sole near the toe-cap. Superficially the shoe looks the same with the harder rubber, but the clapping noise they make as I walk on hard surfaces always turns a couple of heads. You know a lot of people underestimate the power an audible stride can make. Our minds can most definitely hear the difference between a man walking casually and a man with purpose, a man walking with peace on his mind or fury. As vain as it sounds I give my shoes more work and attention than most people give to their entire outfit, its who I am after all. I didn't get to the top by wearing any old thing and simply selling my wares out of a shop stall like a second rate artisan.
After tying my shoes tight I walk over to my largest couch where I set my coat and start to put it on. Most days I take off and put my clothes on several times a day since Im not one to turn down casual encounters with whoever I run into throughout the day. I dont even look down as I fasten my button up to my neck. My fingers most deftly, the process second nature at this point as I look forward at my clock simply starting at it. Once my coat is on I reach down to the hanger and get my typical bow tie, silk and striped in white and black. Once again I don't even look down as I expertly tie it, cinching it to my neck as I fluff it out. Most days I wear a tie due to the usefulness of it more than anything. I will always be eternally surprised at the amount of women who enjoy having their hands bound behind their back by a mans neck tie as you dance in the sheets with them. Its as much as a fashion statement as it is a tool of the trade at this point.
Fully clothed, I walk to my desk, my shoes clicking as they should against my marble floors. I put my finger in my mouth to wet it, digging around in my little bowl of 'sugar' to coat it and get one last taste for the road. I reach for my little red coral ear rings I fashioned myself, my typical nez styled red lensed glasses and put them both on with a smile on my face as I get my wallet and head for the door, eager to head to Ul'Dah and see what the day brings before my appointment with Lucy later that night. I just can't wait.
[Work in progress. To be continued...]
As soon as the door is closed I strip out of my wet silk and linen bottoms and change into a fresh pair, kicking off the wet pair uncaring as to where they land. A fresh pair of bottoms later, I reach to put my pin-striped pink pants on and then my shoes. I custom make my shoes from existing patterns with slightly different materials that help achieve maximum attention on me when I walk into a room. First I only use whitened dodore leather. Its a status symbol, when most people adventure through the elements, being able to wear pure white leather dress shoes says a lot about what you can and can't afford. Secondly, I take the bottom of the soles and use a much harder leather on the sole near the toe-cap. Superficially the shoe looks the same with the harder rubber, but the clapping noise they make as I walk on hard surfaces always turns a couple of heads. You know a lot of people underestimate the power an audible stride can make. Our minds can most definitely hear the difference between a man walking casually and a man with purpose, a man walking with peace on his mind or fury. As vain as it sounds I give my shoes more work and attention than most people give to their entire outfit, its who I am after all. I didn't get to the top by wearing any old thing and simply selling my wares out of a shop stall like a second rate artisan.
After tying my shoes tight I walk over to my largest couch where I set my coat and start to put it on. Most days I take off and put my clothes on several times a day since Im not one to turn down casual encounters with whoever I run into throughout the day. I dont even look down as I fasten my button up to my neck. My fingers most deftly, the process second nature at this point as I look forward at my clock simply starting at it. Once my coat is on I reach down to the hanger and get my typical bow tie, silk and striped in white and black. Once again I don't even look down as I expertly tie it, cinching it to my neck as I fluff it out. Most days I wear a tie due to the usefulness of it more than anything. I will always be eternally surprised at the amount of women who enjoy having their hands bound behind their back by a mans neck tie as you dance in the sheets with them. Its as much as a fashion statement as it is a tool of the trade at this point.
Fully clothed, I walk to my desk, my shoes clicking as they should against my marble floors. I put my finger in my mouth to wet it, digging around in my little bowl of 'sugar' to coat it and get one last taste for the road. I reach for my little red coral ear rings I fashioned myself, my typical nez styled red lensed glasses and put them both on with a smile on my face as I get my wallet and head for the door, eager to head to Ul'Dah and see what the day brings before my appointment with Lucy later that night. I just can't wait.
[Work in progress. To be continued...]
