Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Yes, we definitely will," she replies, kissing him back and continuing to hold him close.

“Though not for a few more minutes,” he declares, holding her softly again his chest and looking deep into her eyes, as he kisses her tenderly.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*They continue kissing and cuddling for a while, Claudia not wanting to let go, despite her comments to the contrary.*

 

[D20Dazza]

"Thank you," Vasha says as she enters, handing El the dress. "Like I said, not sure it would fit, and it's pretty revealing, but it might. I don't think any of the others would."

Quickly she puts her things aside and sheds her dress in a swift motion.

"Hrm, let's see, here it is," She pulls out a dress that shimmers like a bejeweled ruby, sparkling and glittering with a warm light. She pulls out matching shoes as well.

"Now, El, can I trust you not to tell Ammon it's me? I'm gonna try to play a little joke on him."

"Oh, dear me, I almost forgot, please, try the dress on. Let's see if it fits."

"You have a fantastic tailor Vasha, you'll have to give me his name and address" El says as she shimmies into the revealing dress "Mum's the word Vasha, I'll let you have your fun. But please, let me know what you plan won't you?" she says with a giggle "I do so like a good prank"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You have a fantastic tailor Vasha, you'll have to give me his name and address" El says as she shimmies into the revealing dress "Mum's the word Vasha, I'll let you have your fun. But please, let me know what you plan won't you?" she says with a giggle "I do so like a good prank"

(OOC: Uhhh, Elmurien is waaay too tall compared to Vasha, so I'm afraid it doesn't fit )

 

[D20Dazza]

(OOC: Uhhh, Elmurien is waaay too tall compared to Vasha, so I'm afraid it doesn't fit )

Turning to Vasha once she is in the dress El asks "Vasha. Does this show too much of my legs? I mean, I know it was supposed to be worn long but you're a little shorter than me so I've tucked it up here, and used some hair pins over here, and well now it's a mini-dress" she beams "What do you think?"

 

[Bront]

"You have a fantastic tailor Vasha, you'll have to give me his name and address" El says as she shimmies into the revealing dress "Mum's the word Vasha, I'll let you have your fun. But please, let me know what you plan won't you?" she says with a giggle "I do so like a good prank"

Vasha watches as El struggles to fit, but can't seem to bring it up all the way. "I don't think they'd like you wearing it like that," Vasha giggles as the top doesn't quite come over El's breasts, displaying them a bit lewdly.

"Oh, and you'll see," she says with a smirk.

 

[Bront]

Turning to Vasha once she is in the dress El asks "Vasha. Does this show too much of my legs? I mean, I know it was supposed to be worn long but you're a little shorter than me so I've tucked it up here, and used some hair pins over here, and well now it's a mini-dress" she beams "What do you think?"

Vasha looks again, "I wouldn't mind, but I think it's a bit too revealing."

Between looks, Vasha's hair went from a brilliant blond to a ruby red. You see her slide something in her eyes, and suddently they match her hair, making her look almost completely Valsian.

"Here, maybe we can make some simple changes in your dress? Helena gave me a few things that may help."

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Using it as a mini-dress will work--fortunately, the dress is very clingy, so the fact that Elmurien is anorexic-thin won't also be a problem BTW, aTfL turn for you again, Bront. Now we won't need to edit any more )

 

[Bront]

"Hrm, maybe..." Vasha pulls, tugs, tucks, and pins a few things, acting rather normal about some rather personal contact, before she stands back, "There, that fits. You look stunning, though you probably should do you hair to match."

OOC: and yes, Vasha is still Naked

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*They continue kissing and cuddling for a while, Claudia not wanting to let go, despite her comments to the contrary.*

“Mmm, sadly, I think we need to prepare now, dear heart,” Tiberius says after a final lengthy kiss. “So shall we go bathe, my lady, before I try on my new clothes, and we dress for the event to come?”