She looks down at her worn dress, neatly mended. There were nicer things for her to wear, sure. The dominant she was contracted to certainly had a taste for fine things. This one was comfortable and familiar. It was one of the few things she had left from Before.
"If this is fancy, I'm not sure you've looked around here much."
But she lifts her chin as she walks past him, taking the box on her way. The Up first flats seem to be all pretty similar, and she beelines for the kettle. "Where is your tea?" she asks absently.
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Date: 2018-12-10 04:57 am (UTC)"If this is fancy, I'm not sure you've looked around here much."
But she lifts her chin as she walks past him, taking the box on her way. The Up first flats seem to be all pretty similar, and she beelines for the kettle. "Where is your tea?" she asks absently.