[ She smoothes her skirt, settling her self - pretty. Poised. A lady that sits against the wall, her fan in front of her face and waits only for the beck and call of suitors. How she had attempted to be so briefly when they had met until they had stopped - pretending so much, she suspects.
For that, it is only a pretense, how she lowers her eyes, - takes that deep, deep breath of sweetness that makes her chest swell. Demure and presented to be tempting. Like she doesn't know how she looks. Granted, she didn't completely, her own appearance, to be alluring, but - she tries regardless. ]
And? Was I too your liking?
[ Silly little maid, is the tone, or her closest thing she can manage without laughing. Oh, please Byerly, take pity on her. ]
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For that, it is only a pretense, how she lowers her eyes, - takes that deep, deep breath of sweetness that makes her chest swell. Demure and presented to be tempting. Like she doesn't know how she looks. Granted, she didn't completely, her own appearance, to be alluring, but - she tries regardless. ]
And? Was I too your liking?
[ Silly little maid, is the tone, or her closest thing she can manage without laughing. Oh, please Byerly, take pity on her. ]