Re: Scene 7: Getting Paid
Kalista left the tent in a bit of a daze. Her thoughts and emotions were all jumbled and tangled, like a spider web that had been stirred up with a stick. She did not know why she went to her saddlebags for her more formal regalia, there was no need for it, and yet she was carrying it and her grooming bag to the inn. She paid for a room, bath, and meal. She went to the room that had heated tubs, stripped out of her armor and stealth clothing beneath and took a long warm bath.
She was shaving her legs when she realized with a start why she was going to so much trouble. She wanted to impress Ethan. She wanted him to see her as beautiful and desirable, which made her feel as though she were loosing her mind. This had never...in sixty years...been so important. There was a knot in her stomach when she thought of him not thinking of her this way and thus insane or not she continued.
She dried herself and looked at her formal dress. Perhaps he would not like it, it covered her throat to ankles, but it did match her eyes and it was the most feminine thing she owned. She pursed her lips, it would have to do. She did have stockings, she had only worn them a handful of times, and she used powder to make sure the went on smoothly. She had never thought of the garter belt, yet she felt even more pretty with it on now, even though no one would see it. She even told herself she was putting panties on top so that they could be taken down easier in case she needed to use the restroom. It was a lie, she knew it was a lie, but she told it to herself anyway. She wore a corset, again because it was what she owned not for Ethan to see, no it was enough that she had it on. She smiled just a little at the thought of him seeing it, then brushed the thought aside. She dried and combed her hair in front of the changing mirror. Yesterday she would have thought this vanity, and yet here she was going so far as to make her hair pretty and not in a braid.
She used only very light makeup, accentuating her lips and eyes. This she could not lie to herself about so she just refuse to think on why she did it, Best not dwell she told herself again and again. He wouldn't be interested anyway, I am too broad for a woman. Maybe I can hide it in my dress, with petticoats. She put on three layers of petticoat, in hopes it would soften her appearance, and it work, kind of, at least she looked less broad now. Last went her dress and healed shoes. What if he doesn't pick this hotel? What if he never sees me like this, all this trouble wasted. I will not chase after him, I am not a teenage girl! She held her head up, You will not chase after him. That is an order! She nodded in agreement with herself, he would see her or not, as he would.
When she was finally ready she went back down and had the meal brought to a table. The waiter was a nice young man who pulled her chair out for her. She smiled and nodded which caused him to blush as he put her plate in front of her. Well at least someone thinks I am pretty.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 16:15, Sat 11 Feb 2017.