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Now that would be very naughty indeed and might require some punishment from the head maid, instructed by the [He taps his lower lip as if considering] head of staff, shall we say for now, to make sure that it is all delivered correctly...

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan shifts their legs, crossing them and trying to ignore their growing arousal.] I hope that ain't meant to discourage me, 'cos I can be very naughty when the mood takes me.

I assume you want to pick out the dress? I'm, um. Going to be getting my hands on some heels and stockings and an underbust corset in the next couple of days. If those are of interest to you at any point.

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Oh, but everyone knows how naughty maids can be, I'm fully prepared for such occasions...

...and honestly, I would prefer if you pick out the dress for yourself as well. With all the pieces. All I ask is that the skirt is short and fluffy so leaning forward will reveal what's otherwise hidden, there's some part about it that you need help to put on and take off - at least for the sake of play - and that you aren't too limited in your movements.

Same for whatever you pick out together with Max and Lucas.

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan tilts their head, but then accepts that with a nod.]

Do you want them to be identical, if we're wearing dresses? Or complimentary? And what do you want if they're wearing trousers? [Their mind is buzzing - something they need help taking on and off, well, that probably means some sort of corset and they can find that. Or maybe knee high boots - no, Max ruled feet out.]

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There's men's corsets, too. [So that would work for the help with taking things on and off.] Or you could maybe find laced butlers' vests. [That feels like something a good fetish store should have.]

And corresponding, I think - something very short, at least. Perhaps coupled with sock garters? [Feet may be out, but legs...]

Or see if they'll accept kilts. [Don't tell him you don't want to see Max is a kilt, Rowan.]

And if you all wear dresses, complimentary probably works better. You all look very different, after all.

Absolutely didn't typo love instead of lust absolutely not

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan's eyes flash at the idea of sock garters on either Max or Lucas. Even if that isn't an option they take this time... it's definitely something to think about at some point.]

If I manage to get either of them in a kilt and sock garters, you'll have to scrape me off the floor. [See look, this is just lust and absolutely not anything else beginning with l what are you talking about.]

I'll talk to them and see what they want, and then get back to you. [They still want to play with them first before they add Jackie into the mix anyway, as much as they're taken with this idea.]

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[He has to laugh at that.] I'll bring a spatula.

And no problem. We have all the time in the world on our hands here, don't we?

[ralliesprotests]

Yeah, exactly. No rush. And we’ve got stuff ourselves to try until then anyway, right? [Hopefully fairly soon, Rowan has plenty of steam to wear off after dealing with those lists.]

[talkative]

We do, we do.

First of all, we should go shopping, I think. When are you free?

[ralliesprotests]

During the day, mostly. Anytime in the afternoon is good by me. But just say a time and day and I’ll be there. I can wake early for that.

[Picking out something to play with Jackie with is worth waking up early for.]

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Afternoon is fine by me.

[He works nights, and he's gotten used to daylight hours being safe and awake hours to the degree that he doesn't prefer them, but has no qualms about using them.]

[ralliesprotests]

Tomorrow, then? Or the day after? I can meet you at the gates, say mid afternoon?

[talkative]

Sounds good.

[And with that, he gets up, picks up the list, and with one last glance at the sketches on the wall heads towards the door.]

I'll see you then.

[And with that, he's gone.]