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I had just finished pinning my hair up. I was instructed to dress up tonight. Regardless of the feelings I have been getting, passing up the opportunity to show off the extensive range of style and elegance that defined every fiber that consisted of my wardrobe was simply something that I could never resist. I had selected one of my favourite pieces for tonight. A silken robe in a striking shade of midnight blue and accentuated by the striking gold trimming and silver embellishments across my bosom and creeping ever so delicately down my chest.Yet the exquisite piece, as absolutely elegant as it was, could be considered a bit.. Risqué, for the public eye. It tended to put quite the emphasis on my larger than average bust, and the Chantry sisters would condemn me on sight for the slit along the left of the robe, starting from the base of my upper thigh continuing to the floor, but I digress. This wasn't a luncheon with the Archon. This was, after all, a meal taking place in my own home.

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