"Like doesn't even begin to cover it, I love what you've done." Never once had she asked Jaida to change the way she did anything, including how to dressed, or styled her hair. For as long as the two had known one another, which was quite long now, the muse had always dressed herself in a certain way, her hair had always been brighter than the damn sun. Vivian had loved the fact that Jaida just didn't give a damn about pleasing anyone, or fitting into the mold of polite society. It had always been about making herself happy. It would have never been her right, or place to ask for such a change. It would be completely, and totally up to Jaida, and it had obviously happened most unexpectedly tonight. "Is that what you want? To grow up?" Vivian's arm went around her shoulders. "Thank you, love. I do try." Grinning, she turned to look up to the were, as she wound her other arm around Jaida's waist, her diamond decorated hand resting over the curve of her ass. "I have a feeling we might be too much for Dom, I mean, no one else has ever been fully up for the task." Many had tried over the years, but in the end, it was always disappointment.
Once Dom had tolerated enough of their teasing, and turned his back on the two, it was time to Jaida all of the hard work she had done. "Dom, you can hang back a bit, if you like." Vivian took Jaida's hand in her own, before she began leading her off into the thick of the crowd. "We have quite a few vintage pieces, and what we didn't have enough of, we had made. I wanted it to be as authentic as possible. It has also turned out to be the most expensive club I've had built. Let's hope it's a successful." Vivian hadn't had any failures yet, and though she could afford one, she didn't want to have on her track record. "Did you dress like this for me, J? I do hope you know that I love you, no matter what you wear, nor how little you wear. I love that you are so different than I am."