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[shelley_winters]

The dress had taken ages to get off. Loira was asleep by the time they arrived - or probably was - and Shelley would have felt guilty calling for her. The makeup had taken a good while to remove, too - even now she's not certain that faint smudges just under her eyes do not still remain - her lips are definitely still darker than normal.

Sitting crosslegged on her bed, she drags the brush through her hair again, slowly, enjoying the feel of having it loose after keeping it up so long. The thin white linen of her nightdress feels nice, too, loose and cool after the slightly restricting dress.

That's over with, then. Terrifying and humiliating and uncomfortable, but done with.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His fingers gently stroked across her cheek. A small, if confident smile on her face. His voice was low and soft.

"I think you like the fear... It is an excuse, a wall."

A shorter, darker chuckle.

"That way it is easy to keep from hearing that little voice that says 'Yes'."

[shelley_winters]

Her eyes widen slightly before her face twists and she slaps him, hard. He's mad, and she's shaking a little too much as she pulls back, throat tight with anger or fear, or both.

"Get out!"

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His face tightened slightly before a small smile blossomed on his face. If that is how she wished to play...

"As you wish, my lady."

With a light laugh, he kissed her on the cheek and then vanished. The room was still and silent.