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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]

From the shadows of the room, Ishamael emerged carrying a small metal tray. He had changed as well into a loose-fitting white dressing gown. An array of sandwiches of several varieties were carefully laid out on the tray. Slowly, he walked towards Shelley.

"I thought that you might be hungry."