A Delivery. (For Johanna~)

[Johanna Barker]

// THAT WOULD WE AWESOME! And I was half expecting your OC to be like Iannalay.

The girl sighed. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't figure out a way to out it on." She said, embarrassed again. "It's not like my other dresses... Most of them just slip on and off..." She wasn't really used to fashion. She just liked to wear what she could find and what would fit. But since she was an honorable judge's ward, she needed to pay attention to fashion trends.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: xD LOL. Poor Jane. </3
...Psh. Do not mock my child-like hoe. ;D Lianna is one of my favies. o3o ALTHOUGH, I get reallllyy irritated when people hit on my taken characters... >_> Violet has been forced-kissed, hit on, stalked, and pinned down in an alley, and some freak sniffed Lia's haaiiir. o__e

Jane nodded, and laid the dress gently on the floor, gesturing for Johanna to step into it rapidly. She seemed anxious too see it on Johanna, and get the alterations (If needed), over and done with.

Jane always did the alterations at the house she was at, never did she take a dress back home with her. Her alterations were quick, simple, a tuck here, I nip there. Child's play, really. And by the end of the day, her rich patrons would have their dresses.

[Johanna Barker]

// xDD On fb, non-rpers and one perverted sea captain began to hit on Johanna. I'm like "DO YOU NOT SEE MY RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Gahd." xDD

Johanna stepped into the dress and permitted the woman to pull it up over her head. "My, it's a pretty gown, isn't it?" She smiled, trying to flatter the woman. She wanted to seem grateful for all this woman has down for her, especialy in her condition. Johanna wasn't biased about the woman's work, she just hadn't met someone like her before.

Johanna looked out the window as it began to pour rain once again. She worried that Jane would have trouble getting home in this weather. Perhaps she could offer her an umbrella...

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: LOL. xD I'm all like: '' WTFWHYAREYOUDINGTHIS?!
Lianna is stilll washing her hair out. xD They guy ripped a lock out, sniffed it, licked it, then told her they should date. o__e''
She was all like: O___O *Runs away screaming*

Jane smiled in gratitude, grabbing her paper and quill again, she wrote; Are you laced for a seventeen inch waist dress? If not, I can re-lace you. Handing the paper too Johanna, Jane glanced out the window and grimaced slightly. It was a long walk back home.

Stepping back, Jane gently pulled the dress up, appreciating the chatter of Johanna, whereas most women glared coldly at her.

[Johanna Barker]

// People need to get lives.. *Couch.*

"I'm afriad not, madame." She said. foldding the note gently before handing it to Jane. "I'm sorrry, I'm not one for fashion... Do forgive me." She said, looking down slightly. It wasn't that Johanna didn't like to look nice, it was just that she never put much effort into it. She took her clothes for granted. It wasn't like she had anyone to show off to.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: Oof, I know. When I say that they're plotted with/taken, then don't do ANYTHING. Go find some other character to stalk. >_>

Jane expected this much. Nodding, she untied the laces of Johanna's corset, loosening them so it sagged slightly. Pointing at the vanity that was in the room, Jane seemed to want Johanna to hold onto it, then, she gestured at the dress, making stomping and ripping motions with her hand, then she wagged her finger, cautioning against trying too walk while the dress was half-on, Johanna would have to pull it off, step out, then walk.

[Johanna Barker]

// That'd be easier if my character wasn't in her room all day. Who would Johana stalk?

Johanna bit her lip. She knew this was comming. The young teenage girl braced herself and held onto the vanity for support.

She hated corsets. She wanted to watch them burn so she would never see them again. Why couldn't men wear them?

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: Her birds or Turpin. xD

Jane even took a deep breath, and with one knee propped on a drawer, and one foot on the floor, she tugged on the laces, hard.

She knew what the waist would look like when she had reached seventeen inches, she had done it often enough too know by size.

[Johanna Barker]

// ... I hate doing the corset thingy. It always looks so wrong! Like in Titanic... It looked so wrong! I'M A PERV, STFO.

Johanna winced, her eyes shut and wimpered. She held tightly onto the vanity, hoping it wouldn't topple over on top of her. The girl had many thoughts running throuigh her mind; Why did she need a new dress? She had plenty. And much more that have left her mind as soon as they have came.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: STOP EETT. xD YOU'RE MAKING ME GIGGLE. xD

A few moments later, she tied the laces, wiping her brow off and back away, examining Johanna's waist. Nodding too herself, she smiled. Perfect. True, it'd be hard too breath when her waist was that small, but, the measurements had been very specific.

[Johanna Barker]

// IT'S TRUE THOUGH!!!

Johanna was gasping for breath. She was used to being forced into a small corset, but she hated it.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: I KNOOWWW.

Stepping back, Jane clasped her hands behind her back, patiently waiting for Johanna to compose herself. Taking out another piece of paper, she wrote; Never been laced in that tight, mm? Holding it out, Jane placed it on the vanity, directly in front of Johanna so she could read it.

[Johanna Barker]

// Gaw. I'm a perv! Rofl.

"No, never." She said with a sigh. "Is this really all necissary? I mean, why must we woman wear corsets." She frowned and colapsed into her arm chair.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: Clearrlyyy.

Jane smiled, and placed her hands on her hips, then, with one hand, made a curving motion over her stomach. Taking the paper, she wrote; My father says in the old days that having a good figure showed that a woman could bear children. Holding it out, Jane gestured with her free hand at the dress.

[Johanna Barker]

// Stop talking like Lucius. -_- You're making me sad...

"Men would rather have us in pain to show we could just suffer through more pain?" She slouched.