~Your POV~
I woke up on Alex's couch. Oh yeah, I'm stuck at his place. Gotta ask Herc if I could just stay over his place and work overtime to make up to it.
I get up. There's a note on the coffee table. I read it out loud. "Hi Y/n. I'm at work, so I left one of Eliza's dresses for you to change into. I hope it fits, I don't exactly know if you have a similar size. Anyways, good luck with your job. I expect you to tell me all about it later. Your favorite Secretary, Alex."
He thinks that he's the favorite? I do hope he knows I'm friends with Thomas, too. It doesn't matter right now.
I quickly get changed into the light blue gown that Alex had picked out for me. It's a bit tight in the chest area, but I could always ask Herc if I could borrow a dress if needed. I rush over to his shop.
"Ah, Y/n, you've made it! Five minutes early, I must add."
"I tried to get here as quickly as possible."
"Good. Anyways, I have an outfit for you to try on. It requires a corset. I don't know if you have one on, but I'm pretty sure I have a few to spare."
"Alright. Luckily, I have one on, so I don't have to take a used one."
"Hey! I wash it!"
Herc gives me the dress. It is mainly navy blue with silver beads as accents. I walk into the back room, taking off my current gown and slipping this one on.
"Hey, Herc, can you help with the strings?"
"Of course." He helps tie the back of the dress. "Hm... Too tight. Off!"
He unties the strings, and I slip the dress off, pitting back on Eliza's.
"Also, I'll need some measurements. For sizing purposes only. Nothing more, I promise."
"Better not be anything else, or Alex and Aaron would be on your tail."
"What about Laf...?"
I look at the floor.
"Oh, a fight. I get it. Wanna stay at my place for the time being?"
"I'll ask Alex, but I'm fairly sure he'll say yes."
"Alright. Now off with thy clothes!"
"Herc, I'm not showing you my nude body."
"I'm not gonna do anything!"
"The last time was a bad enough experience..." I mutter.
"What last time?"
"Stupid rapist trying to get in my panties. Wait, what?" I smile, ignoring the last sentence I said.
"Oh okay. I get it. You can keep on your panties. Unless-"
"No. I'm fine."
"Figured as much."
I took off my dress, and Herc helped me with the corset. He gave me a towel to put around my bottom half, so he doesn't see anything. I take it, wrapping it around my waist. Herc takes out a string and measures the size of my breasts and some of my curves.
"Alright, now the panties gotta go. Sorry, but this is just how I measure."
I sigh, sliding them down. Herc does a few measurements, writing them down on a paper.
"Alright. All done."
I put everything back on, red-faced.
"Come on! It wasn't that bad!"
"N-No, it wasn't. It was just embarrassing. You seeing me nude before... before..."
"I get it."
"'ERC, MON AMI, I AM 'ERE FOR 'ZE OUTFIT YOU PROMISED ME!"
"JUST A SECOND!" He turns to me and whispers, "Stay in the corner and be quiet, okay?"
I nod, and Herc walks out. I listen to them speaking.
Frenchman: "Do you 'ave it?"
Irishman: "Mhm. Here."
Frenchman: "'Zanks, mon ami. Do you know where Y/n is? I'm worried sick!"
Irishman: "No, sorry bud. Haven't seen her in a while."
Frenchman (sounding depressed): "Oh, okay... Keep an eye out?"
Irishman: "Sure thing. See ya around!"
I hear Herc walking back to me. "He's worries about you. He looks like he hasn't slept."
"Again!? My gosh, I'm gonna have to do something. Great. If he doesn't apologize, I'm staying over your place."
"Yep. Go visit him. Screw shifts. It should never come in between love!"
"Awh, sweet. Have you found a love interest?"
"Yeah. Her name is Elizabeth. Not Eliza, Alex's wife. A different Elizabeth. Elizabeth Sanders. She's real nice and appreciates my jokes."
"Sounds good for you. If you really do love this woman, go get her! What are you waiting for?"
"I'm just a bit scared to say so..."
"Don't be! You're a great man!"
"Y/n, go to your love. I'll try getting a love of my own later. I just want you to be happy."
I sigh, knowing that Herc is gonna keep saying that if I don't listen, anyways. I nod, walking off to Mercer Street.