Elysium After Party The Second

[Bitterglass]

"Alas unlike Mister Campion, I am not capable of living creatures. However I am happy to do so."

He stands, removes his coat and with a flourish of his hands looks out to the room and asks, "Just name an object."

[annabelle]

Helen's eyes gleam with mischief to be suddenly replaced by an innocent smile and wide eyes.

"Some lady...lingerie perhaps? No need to impose any restrictions. You can be creative Lord Durham..."

And with that she relaxes in her chair with a 'I did my duty' type of look.

[Bitterglass]

Durham smirks. "A shift then. And if we are to play this game, what better than something that touches that directly touches a lady's flesh." Amusement sparks in his eyes.

He stands, pulls off his coat and covers his hands. "I'm not the greatest tailor in the world, so my apologies if the quality is somewhat lower than what you ladies are used to. And of course, I'm not about to share any secrets of how this is done. Magicians don't so readily reveal their tricks after all."

A moment later, he uses one hand and pulls away the coat throwing it onto one of the chairs to theatrically revealing a simple lady's chemise of an older style. The white linen stirs in the air with the movement, cut low, oval and sleeveless for a summer dress."

Durham strides forward and presents it to Helen. "A little plain for a Princess I suppose. But you are welcome to keep it should you wish."

[annabelle]

Helen’s grin is huge. She stands up and claps with joy and enthusiasm.

“Bravo, Bravo! Marvellous! Fabulous! Oh Lord Durham, that’s simply fantastic!”

She takes the chemise in her hands and inspects it “Of course I will keep it. I am not used to be given garments as such by gentlemen but I am not used of asking either. But there is always a first time, right?” And she chuckles.

“Willbur!” she says and after few minutes her ghoul appears and he looks at the chemise with wide eyes.

“Please go find an appropriate package and keep it.” William takes the chemise and inspects it, stares at Durham with a blank expression and just leaves.

“Now this is what I call a useful skill. You are truly resourceful!” and she grins at Christine.

Where was she living all these years and she hasn't been able to enjoy a good party? Under a rock? Well sort of...