You aren't actually turned on you're just under a lot of attention

"No thanks." You say stepping out of their range. White looks disappointed but doesn't comment instantly move to grab a robe.

Black helps her put it on you and you're left kinda surprised. You really didn't expect them to just accept a rejection. As they lead you out of the bath room and into a fitting room you wonder if saying no would work. You actually can't remember explicitly saying it so much as talking around the word, maybe it's worth a shot one of these days.

You are placed onto a low platform with a semicircle of mirrors and the robe is pulled off you. The two look you up and down for a long moment then walk of, returning later with several coloured strips of cloth. They begin to hold some of the strips up to your various body parts discarding some onto the floor. When they are down to four each the hold them up to your face. You know they aren't asking for your opinion so you just wait. Their eyes dart from the strip to your various facial features. When they are done White is holding strips of burgundy, indigo and grey, Black is holding a single strip of cyan. The two look at each other and start over lapping the colours and holding them up to your skin.

The indigo is soon thrown away and the two nod to each other and take the strips away. They return shortly after with larger pieces of white cloth that and fold them over you in several arrangements. You are as still as you can be and when they start producing needles you wonder what would happen if your skin was nicked. So far you've been able to hold your magic back and not use it but there is a certain instinctive kick when it comes to physical harm you aren't sure you can overcome.

It swiftly become apparent there is no need to worry. The two are experts, assembling the cloth into various styles around your body and pinning it down looking you over then undoing it and creating a new style never even grazing your skin. They shift through more than a dozen different style, at least you assume they are different a few of them seem the exact same with the only difference being the angle a certain piece of fabric hangs. You kinda want to say something about how this feel unnecessary buuuuuttt it kinda is isn't it. You're going on a date with the daughter of a Duchess and pretending to be the son of Duke, a bit of pomp is necessary.

After a few more styles the two look at each other. It takes you a second to figure out they are communicating. Tiny hand gestures back and forth you are totally unable to understand.

"Raise your arms." Black says. You do as requested and the two stare at you. "Now forward, no not," she stops talking as you lower your straightened arms and and steps onto the platform. "Here and here." She puts on of your hands on her shoulder and the other on her hip and examines your arms. "Your muscles are too big." She steps back and the two start their silent conversation back up.

"What?" You feel you've been pretty passive in this and so are entitled to a little more than criticism.

"The best style for you is an over shoulder drape with fitted waist, hips and thighs but your shoulder are too large." White says assembling what she means on your body. "Raise your arms in same way." You do as requested and the fabric over your shoulder slips down you arm. "See too much movement." White undoes the style and crosses her arms, looking at you tapping a finger on her bicep. She stops and tilts her head looking at Black. "What about the old off shoulder style?"

Black examines you for a long moment then nods as the two women assemble their idea on you. When they are done you look into the mirror. You are wearing a toga, your left shoulder and up to your elbow are covered with loose flowing cloth, your left has a thin strip of cloth holding it stable. The cloth hangs loose down your body reaching your knees with a tilt, the fabric on your left side slightly longer than your right. You raise your arms, the fabric on your left arm falls back but it is easily managed.

"It's been out of style for a while." Black muses as she looks over it.

"He has the body for it and nothing else suits him. Lady Vatarie isn't know for being fashion conscious and she doesn't want him for his taste in clothes." White responds reached up to pick at the cloth. "It will do." She pulls the fabric off your in a smooth motion and the two leave you naked on the platform.

"I liked it, for the record." You mumble realising your opinion is completely irreverent in this situation but what to have some input. Neither respond to your comment and they soon return with there sheet of their chosen colours.

Very quickly you are dressed in a burgundy toga, your left shoulder strap a grey that also shows at the hem and a belt of indigo wrapped tightly around yourself. You can't help but note the absence of underwear but your already know any comment you make will get the response along the lines of ease of access and don't feel particularly enthusiastic about receiving it. You do wonder how they are going to fix it in place, the few needles in the toga will hold but it would be a bit of shame if it was gone forever when you take it off.

The two look your up and down. "You know," White says as she walks around you examining, "we might bring it back."

"Not on him we won't." Black responds as she produces another needle and some thread. Well that answers that. The two women start sewing you into the toga with expected but still impressive speed and precision.

When they are done they have you step down and walk around inspecting how the fabric moves. White looks rather proud Black looks satisfied. You that the expressions to be positive. "You are both really good at this." You do a small spin feeling the fabric spin with you.

"Well we have been dressing her Highness since she was eight." White responds with a proud smile.

"And Edin for the last two years." Black adds. "Her Highness wants to inspect you come." She walks around you and opens the door.

You follow her out as White trails behind every so often picking at your new toga to ensure it is moving perfectly. When Black opens the door to the dinning hall a part of you expects to see Anastasia and Vatarie sitting together and the revelation that in this world date means strip show. For some reason the fact you only see Anastasia sitting in a chair with Blue standing beside her is a little disappointing. Wow you really had gotten into exhibitionism in a little more than a week.

Anastasia looks away from Blue and at you then does a double take. "Christopher?" She sounds so surprised by the fact that its you you are kinda offended.

"Apparently." You answer try to not let the hurt into your voice.

"You did amazing work." Anastasia says to Black and White who bow and leave the room closing the door behind them. "Come." She waves at a chair beside her.

"What time is it?" You ask since you know that whole process had taken some time but aren't sure how long that process was.

"Sit." You hear a flash of annoyance in her voice and you risk a look at her aura, it seems important you don't aggravate her so she doesn't aggravate you. Looking at her aura you see her usual control is back with an even stronger grip than usual, no pattern at all just a cool white.

You take a seat next to her and Blue offers you a glass of something that smelt sweet. "Thank you." You accept the offered glass and only take a tiny sip, it is even sweeter than normal so you swiftly set it down.

"On your date with Vatarie." Anastasia says looking you up and down. "Make sure she doesn't learn you aren't the son of a Duke."

"I know." You aren't sure why she is saying that, though if you were to come clean at the date or before it are much better than after it. In retrospect you get why she said it. "Can I go now?"

"No. Find out why she was sent away." Anastasia snaps only for Blue to appear at her side. "And don't embarrass me or yourself."

Her aura is still being carefully control so aren't able to guess how serious she is about this, aside from the embarrassing her part that is. "I'll try and I won't."

Blue whispers something and Anastasia waves her off. "And come back to my estate before midnight, we need to talk about something." Blue tries to whisper again but waves her off. "And don't do anything stupid." You get the feeling she is delaying but don't want to call her out in case it sets her off. Blue again leans down but Anastasia cuts her off. "And Blue will be with Edin while you are gone." She flicks her hand clearly trying to dismiss her attendant. Blue hesitates for a moment.

"He'd love your company." You offer. She looks at you with a moment of annoyance but walks out of the room turning to bow before she leaves. You get the feeling she is annoyed that you know of her feelings, or at least that you are using them against her. Hard to blame her for that.

"Don't fuck her." Anastasia says into her glass before drinking.

"What?" You ask unsure where that was coming from.

"Don't fuck Vatarie," she shifts uncomfortable and downs the rest of her glass, "without me to watch." She adds sounding a little ****.

You feel a return of your indignation at her giving you such an order but you remember what happened the last time your indignation rose and charring the furniture in this room is likely to have much worse consequences than a bit of melted sand and damaged viewing stand. You let out a calming breath and say, "I will try to bring her here if I can." You have no intention of doing any such this but you see a hint of panic in Anastasia aura when you finish speaking.

She shoots out of her seat and as she walks to the door says, "Fine." The door slams behind her and you aren't sure what just happened. She didn't seem as enthusiastic about possible voyeurism as she usually is, maybe she knew you were lying and didn't want to have a fight with you about it.

Either way you should be going, you still aren't sure how much time you have to get to Vatarie and you can't use magic and you don't want to show up sweating or panting so with a steady walking pace you leave the estate and head to the Dorms. One thing you learn is that without magic it is a much further walk than you thought it was. As you round the dorm you feel like a lot more time passed than you wanted too.

That thought quickly leaves your mind as you see a carriage with red painted sides studded with golden bolts. A man in a red coat standing by said carriage sees you and bows. "Master Christopher. Her Ladyship awaits your pleasure at her estate." He opens the door and you feel suddenly very nervous. With a little hesitation in your step you walk to the carriage and see it's interior is as coloured as its exterior. You heart fluttering. Today has been interesting so far, hopefully the night will be ... do you want to have sex with Vatarie, well yes but you mean more right now, with your magic not being under your control. Wait is that what Anastasia meant by the no fucking thing?

"My Lord?" A worried sounding voice from your left asked, "Is anything wrong with the carriage?"

"No sorry just thinking." You climb inside and take a seat. Shortly afterwards the carriage starts rolling towards your date.

A dark fear that this is a horribly timed mistake takes route in your mind.