"It's open!" Helena chuckled as she buzzed Matt up. "Well, I received a very lovely package from your production studio's costuming department, so I guess we're matching. Sir and Lady Generally Fancy." She grinned as she adjusted the finishing touches in the full-length bedroom mirror, her hair arranged at the crown of her head in as close to ringlets as she could get, a crown of violets woven in and around it. She couldn't do anything about the fact that her slim but Rambo-ish arms were on display at the ends of the little puffs of sleeves, but she'd certainly made use of the high waistline and low neckline. She grabbed her breasts from below and snuggled the just right into the fancy fabric.
"Okay," she sighed, coming out of the bedroom, "I'm ready!"
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Babs clapped a hand over her mouth, but her wide grin still showed behind it. "I think... you're adorable!" She was giggling. "Now come here and give Joan of Arc some werewolf-y sugar! And help me get my horse over my wheelchair."
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"Miss Selina, sir," he heard Alfred announce a moment before he entered, Bruce frantically putting on the final touches. He worse a toga that ended just above his knees; not some cheap thing, but specially tailored and of a fine muslin, made to look antiqued, as were his gilded sandals and his wreath of grape leaves. "Your host for the evening," he announced, "Bacchus himself, just as ordered." He grinned, and then he saw her, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, I see I'll have to keep you away from the wolves tonight!"