Rachyl shook her head vehemently. "Tight clothes only pinch and hurt if they're too small or not properly worn. I haven't been pinched by a corset, teddy, really anything clothing-wise in longer than I can remember. Long before I came to Nachton, anyway." She kept her opinion silent about what size Nyra was; the artist definately was no longer a sixteen. "Maybe back when we'd first met at the Mall, but today? No way." Rachyl estimated her at thirteen or fourteen at the most.
She continued to eat while Nyra described what she wanted. "The poor girl - woman - has such horrible self esteem," Rachyl realized. How old was Nyra, anyway? She remembered Connie mentioning something about a special couple's birthday dinner, but she'd declined to ask, since she felt bad she'd not known her friend's birthday! Connie was definately good for Nyra; though they'd only met twice before the gallery showing, Rachyl could tell something was different about her friend.
Nyra suddenly stopped rambling about her harsh comments and ate a few quick bites, then finished her juice. Rachyl looked at her own glass and realized it was empty; she caught the attention of their passing waitress, 'Free,' and asked her for refills. An idea occurred to her, to help open Nyra up to the possibility of wearing something somewhat out of character - at least, for the artist - but not for the sensual lover Rachyl knew was hidden and only appeared for Connie.
"I'm going to ask you to think about something, and I want you to listen to me. Don't think about the answer, just accept the response from wherever inside you it comes from. If it comes from Artist-Nyra, then I want to you to hold onto it. If it comes from Vegan-Naturalist-Nyra, then we'll listen to her too. If it comes from Live-in-Girlfriend-lover-of-Connie-Nyra, well, she has a say in what goes on today too."
"Close your eyes and listen to what I'm describing." Rachyl set her fork down, and thanked the waitress when she returned with their drinks. She quietly began to speak to Nyra. "Imagine you come home from" she shrugged, "a day at the gallery, after long hard negotiations about what your next line of paintings will be. Or a day of shopping for art supplies. Or a creative outing because you need to refresh your brain, your soul, everything that helps charge your creative battery.
You slide that huge steel door aside, and you find yourself in the entrance of a long pathway of candles. There are three actual paths; one goes to the bathroom. The second goes to the kitchen. The third goes to the bed. No matter which direction you choose, Connie will be there waiting for you.
In the bathroom, she is nude, waiting to strip you down and give you a sensuous massage, caressing every square inch of your skin with mineral oils, soaking you in a bubble bath of natural origins. In the kitchen, she's wearing a stereotypical chef's outfit, complete with goofy little hat, and a cute little apron that reads 'I Love My Artist'. The outfit is modified slightly to show off some of her curves, and she's cooking a new dish for you both for dinner. On the bed, she's wearing something you've never seen in her closet before. It's a sheer, silky emerald green corset, with matching stockings, lacey thong, a slightly paler pair of gloves, and as she pulls you down to the bed with her, tells you she is ready to be your willing, wanton lover.
Now I want you to hold in your mind how you feel, how the romance, the arousal, the 'oh my lord my creative batteries just got one point twentyone jigawatts of charge' of each situation pulls at your heart, your mind, your womanhood. Lock those thoughts down. Put them in the tablet if you must. But that, Nyra, is one of the things we're going to dress you in when we're out."
Rachyl had to take a sip of her water, which ended with her draining the glass dry. She heated herself, describing those situations. She might just have to do those with Meegan sometime soon...
Veggie Table (invite only)
(Continued from Hello Phone)
Nyra parked the little car in the compact space near the entrance to the Veggie Table. Smiling at Rachyl she climbed out, dragging her backpack behind her and slinging it over her shoulder. "Its a nice little place, Bertrand took me to brunch here once."
Walking along the patchwork of stepping stones to the door, she held it open for her friend. Inside the receptionist. The woman at the podium was tall and thin, with a mass of brown dreadlocks tied back with a kercief. Her baggy patched pants were at odds with the sharp button down white shirt. Her name tag said 'Charity' on it. She picked up two menues and led them to a table bathed in a ray of sun with a potted plant hanging beside the window.
The tables were wood and pained a motley of colors and designs with a faint layer of laquer over the top to protect them. All the chairs were painted simillarly, artfully mismatched. Nyra recalled that the tableware would be as well and smiled happily.
Thanking Charity she took her seat and reviewed the menu carefully. "I think everything was fabulous last time I ate here. Though if your not familiar with tofu you may want to pick something else. Scrambles are good but not like eggs at all."
Deciding upon a vegan scramble of tofu, mushrooms, bell peppers and tomato that came with potatoes and toast. Scanning the menu she hoped Rachyl found something she liked.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra tried hard to just listen and tell Rachyl exactly which one her heart picked out. Unfortunately she wanted all three. Not in her head, but in her heart and stomach as well as lower. Her mouth opened and closed twice, trying to pick just one and explain it to her friend. Finally she bit her lip and looked hopefully at Rachyl.
"Can I have all three? Because my heart wants it all. Not just a caregiver or caretaker, but a lover as well. I want it all."
She wondered if that was an answer or just an opening for more questions. How this related to shopping for clothes was beyond her but it seemed that Rachyl had things well in hand. "I am yours to clothe as you see fit."
"Can I have all three? Because my heart wants it all. Not just a caregiver or caretaker, but a lover as well. I want it all."
She wondered if that was an answer or just an opening for more questions. How this related to shopping for clothes was beyond her but it seemed that Rachyl had things well in hand. "I am yours to clothe as you see fit."
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl nodded at Nyra's response. She figured her friend had gotten stuck somewhere in the middle of her scenarios, and her brain might not have actually processed the final question. "Well, any romantical scenarios like that would be in the purview of your lover to give them to you, not me." She giggled.
"Now, imagine how you would feel in each of those scenarios. That's one of the things we want to clothe you in, Nyra. It might be tight, but it won't pinch. It might be revealing, but it will be as modest as you need it to be. And finally, it will hopefully be an outward expression of what you're feeling at those moments."
Rachyl's fork stabbed again at her plate, but when a soft clink was heard, she realized she'd finished her frittata. "Wow, that was delish. I think I ate too fast." She blushed, somewhat embarassed.
"Now, imagine how you would feel in each of those scenarios. That's one of the things we want to clothe you in, Nyra. It might be tight, but it won't pinch. It might be revealing, but it will be as modest as you need it to be. And finally, it will hopefully be an outward expression of what you're feeling at those moments."
Rachyl's fork stabbed again at her plate, but when a soft clink was heard, she realized she'd finished her frittata. "Wow, that was delish. I think I ate too fast." She blushed, somewhat embarassed.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra listened carefully to Rachyl. She was still unsure exactly what her friend meant but was going to try to take it all in anyways. Mussing quietly she was not even away she spoke out loud. "How do you do all that?"
Looking down at her own plate she noticed it was half full but her toast and juice was gone. Shrugging she pushed the plate towards the edge of the table a few inches after neatly placing her fork upon it.
"I'm glad you liked it. This is a nice place to come for me. Though I think their servings may be a bit generous." She hoped she had not overeaten too much of the scramble, while it was technically good for her, too much of a good thing led to too much her.
Smiling at her friend she wondered what was next. "Where do we go next?"
Looking down at her own plate she noticed it was half full but her toast and juice was gone. Shrugging she pushed the plate towards the edge of the table a few inches after neatly placing her fork upon it.
"I'm glad you liked it. This is a nice place to come for me. Though I think their servings may be a bit generous." She hoped she had not overeaten too much of the scramble, while it was technically good for her, too much of a good thing led to too much her.
Smiling at her friend she wondered what was next. "Where do we go next?"
Rachyl
18 years ago
"How do I do all what?"
Rachyl drained her juice. "Next we go to either Fredricks or Vicky's and get you measured. While we're there we could also look for those certain things, or we could wait til we get you whatever else you're looking for. And the offer for the tour of the factory is still open, too, if you're interested. But I think that's something for later in the afternoon."
She tried her best to remember how big Nyra's trunk was. "We, uh, might need to option for delivery for some things, as I don't know how big your car's trunk is." Winking, she continued, "Of course, since you get a Personal Shopper for a year, do we want to work on a year's worth of clothes? Or just a few months, especially since Spring is just barely here?"
Rachyl drained her juice. "Next we go to either Fredricks or Vicky's and get you measured. While we're there we could also look for those certain things, or we could wait til we get you whatever else you're looking for. And the offer for the tour of the factory is still open, too, if you're interested. But I think that's something for later in the afternoon."
She tried her best to remember how big Nyra's trunk was. "We, uh, might need to option for delivery for some things, as I don't know how big your car's trunk is." Winking, she continued, "Of course, since you get a Personal Shopper for a year, do we want to work on a year's worth of clothes? Or just a few months, especially since Spring is just barely here?"
Nyra
18 years ago
"I guess I wondered, how exactly one is clothed in a feeling?"
Since Nyra was unsure of the topic she did not dwell on it too long, especially since Rachyl had moved onto discussing where to go as well. She was floundering again. Stores she did not know, nor measuring. Didn't you just try things on till you found something that fit? Now her car she knew. "My trunk can hold six blank canvases or three boxed, roughly four by three. But delivery is good."
Seasons mattered in buying clothes because they put different weights out like; sweaters in fall, pants in summer, dresses in winter and swimsuits in spring. No way was she interested in buying a swimsuit but she trusted Rachyl to know what they were doing. "Whatever you think is best."
'Free' came over to see how their brunch was and dropped off the bill. Nyra scooped it up quickly with a playfull tongue stuck out at her friend. Rummaging through her bag once more produced her wallet and bills to pay the tab. After settling up and restashing everything in her backpack the artist smiled at Rachyl.
Since Nyra was unsure of the topic she did not dwell on it too long, especially since Rachyl had moved onto discussing where to go as well. She was floundering again. Stores she did not know, nor measuring. Didn't you just try things on till you found something that fit? Now her car she knew. "My trunk can hold six blank canvases or three boxed, roughly four by three. But delivery is good."
Seasons mattered in buying clothes because they put different weights out like; sweaters in fall, pants in summer, dresses in winter and swimsuits in spring. No way was she interested in buying a swimsuit but she trusted Rachyl to know what they were doing. "Whatever you think is best."
'Free' came over to see how their brunch was and dropped off the bill. Nyra scooped it up quickly with a playfull tongue stuck out at her friend. Rummaging through her bag once more produced her wallet and bills to pay the tab. After settling up and restashing everything in her backpack the artist smiled at Rachyl.
Rachyl
18 years ago
"If I understood that fully, I'd be able to articulate it to you myself. As it is, I'm relying on how I feel, in trying to describe it." She shrugged.
Listening to Nyra describe the size of her trunk, she knew it wouldn't be large enough for a semi-decent Spring wardrobe. "Delivery, then, and we'll look at mostly Spring stuff. I'm going to make a leap and guess you don't want a bathing suit."
She saw Nyra shake her head, pause, and shake her head again. It distracted her from 'Free' dropping off the check... Nyra grabbed it and stuck her tongue out at her. "Fine, I get lunch and dinner! So Nyah!" She picked up her purse, and joined Nyra on her way to the register. Plucking a pair of toothpicks from a jar at the counter, she handed one to Nyra as they left the restaurant. "Thanks for breakfast."
They bumped into each other going for Rachyl's door, and they giggled. After being seated, Rachyl opened her window just a tad. When the other woman asked for direction, Rachyl responded, "Mall please. Near Penney's, so we can hit up Vicky's and Fred's first."
(( Rachyl and Nyra out ))
Listening to Nyra describe the size of her trunk, she knew it wouldn't be large enough for a semi-decent Spring wardrobe. "Delivery, then, and we'll look at mostly Spring stuff. I'm going to make a leap and guess you don't want a bathing suit."
She saw Nyra shake her head, pause, and shake her head again. It distracted her from 'Free' dropping off the check... Nyra grabbed it and stuck her tongue out at her. "Fine, I get lunch and dinner! So Nyah!" She picked up her purse, and joined Nyra on her way to the register. Plucking a pair of toothpicks from a jar at the counter, she handed one to Nyra as they left the restaurant. "Thanks for breakfast."
They bumped into each other going for Rachyl's door, and they giggled. After being seated, Rachyl opened her window just a tad. When the other woman asked for direction, Rachyl responded, "Mall please. Near Penney's, so we can hit up Vicky's and Fred's first."
(( Rachyl and Nyra out ))