Charlie stood still as the other brothers dressed him. Think of Shakespeare. Think of the bard. It will be your greatest performance. He had to smile at the awkwardness that pervaded every step of his dressing. It was clear that his fellow brothers, like himself, had never had the opportunity to undress or dress a young woman. Not that Charlie was that surprised.
"My dear messieurs " he began dramatically. "I have never looked better. I am assured that all of you have promising futures as ladies' maids." He grinned and cocked his hip, fluttering his eyelashes provocatively.
At the mention of what his task was, Charlie was grateful for the large wig and lip rouge. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized at one of the saloons. For all he knew, the North End could be flush with his acquaintances. He was willing to perform for his brothers, but not to humiliate himself in front of potential romantic partners.
He was shocked when Allaster kissed him and felt a twist in his stomach when Allaster immediately looked over at Alec.