Can we escape what's in our blood?

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Punctuality wasn't exactly what concerned her most about this costume that would await her. But alas, this was her job and it was only one night. With a subtle sigh, she put the matter out of her mind in favor of the tasks still at hand. One thing they did have in common presently was the for the moment mild frustration at how much there still was to do. Even now, as she set about adeptly transforming the hall left to her, she knew better than to expect to do so in peace. And her expectations wouldn't go unfounded. She would succeed in her work, the receiving spaces left dripping with uncannily enchanting ambience, but - thanks to a number of further near-disasters little snags from her coworkers - in twice the time such feats would normally take her... So roughly average for this household. But now, the time was upon her. No stalling to be had. Entering the room provided for her to dress in, she could only wonder drearily at what the demon had decided to transform her into. Some ridiculous mascot suit? Perhaps a clown-? Her thoughts stopped short at the first sight of the horned headband. ...Well. She couldn't help but admit it; he'd managed to surprise her. Really, Estelle wasn't sure how to feel at the moment, laying the hairpiece aside and examining the skirt, it.. was admittedly a fine piece of work, there was no denying that. She took it into her hands, fingers appreciating the sumptuous ruffles - until they found the hitched front.... the concerningly short hitched front. And the stockings clearly meant to be seen... and that corset - that corset. Outrage threatened to explode from her - just what kind of spectacle was he trying to make of her?? And ONLY her - Mey's costume was far more modest - ! No. No, she'd already scolded herself many times for this, she would watch her temper. She could do that much, AND she'd be damned if she let that bastard win. This was a challenge, just another petty little challenge. He must expect her to throw a fit and bleat for a replacement like a petulant child. Well she would give him no such satisfaction! With a defiant air sharpening her movements, she caste off her humble uniform, and threw on the whole infernally scandalous ensemble as if it were routine. Hearing the approach of familiar footsteps, she finished the final adjustments on the corset and awaited inspection - a little room left at the waist, but cinched down well within 'fashionable' levels, in her opinion.

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"...don't waste energy on talking either". How could she think that he'd be doing something like this while not knowing what he was doing? Like he decided to safe her life, just to then mess up removing a bullet and watching her bleed out in his arms instead? Though, he suppose she wasn't to know of the dangerous situations he'd been through, of the times he'd needed to remove such things from his own flesh...thankfully a rare occurrence, but not a pleasant one. "...just stay still". He wasn't the most caring of men - or at the very least he wasn't good at showing how much he cared. To him, the fact he'd pulled her to safety and sent his men after their attacker was more than enough prove that he at least minded if she where to die, but if didn't much matter if she saw it that way or not. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small case, flipping open the mid to show a few medical instruments.

There'd be no arguing from her. Even if she wanted to - and if she had the energy - she had to agree with him that it would be a risk and waste. Whatever she had left would be needed to manage the ordeal she was staring down now.