The tapping made her nervous but it did not exactly urge her to go any faster with her work (her hands just trembled all the more). She was about ready to squeal again when Felicia took over, but somehow managed not to. It did not come as violent and aggressive as she had expected it to be. If there was anything more foreign than dressing up it would be someone helping her to dress up. It did help that Felicia kept on talking, even if it was about being 'weird'. She didn't really know which of the two 'weird' categories she belonged to. In any such case, beyond the basic necessities of being polite, Elisabet was indifferent of what other people thought of her, or more to the point, she was not made duly aware that she must be concerned about how people thought of her. What mattered was that she was "pleasing" to a fearsome deity figure.
Nor was she used to "touch" in general. For as early as she remembered, she was left to her own devices. If any, there was a governess figure but she often just wagged her finger and hollered at them...well not so different from Felicia now, but Felicia was actually was focusing on her...for better or for worse.
She did not wear a sports bra then. It was an old white-turned-cream garment that had tiny holes and was supposed to be discarded but Elisabet thought it such a waste to throw away so she still used it at night. It was, like what Felicia said of her uniform, two sizes bigger, tightened only by the loosening garter. The new pair of undergarments was very much tiny, tight and...showed too much. Looking at that strong black color on her skin left her pale and dizzy.
Which was more than enough to encourage her to grab the pink dress and cover it. When Felicia asked if she was done, Elisabet was struggling to zip the dress. The zipper seemed to be stuck. With how Elisabet was yanking the zipper, she could tear the whole thing off.