Mercedes smiled as she walked to the door in a dress that was definitely not for polite company. An under-bust corset of emerald green satin with a cream silk shirt that was off the shoulder and unlaced. Her skirt matched the corset, but was split along both legs to just above her knees. Although still overly thin from her illness, her skin had color once again and her hair was brushed smooth and loose over her bare shoulders.
Nervous butterflies rampaged in her stomach as she walked over and opened the door. "Jonas," she smiled warmly, reaching for his hand.