looking at poly_chromatic

[psalmed]

This new place you would send me is not Versailles. I told you that I must return there with utmost urgency; the future of our beloved country is dependent upon my actions. It must be France that is my next destination, you must understand. I can not go to this new city.

No, not even for dress up. Are you not aware of what is at stake?

...no. I can not go even for him. I humbly request you stop asking.

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GO TO BED.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'm from 1960s. That may be why.

[He wrinkles his nose]

My thong will work fine for an undergarment.

AFTER THIS I SWEAR

[psalmed]

1960s? It is not even 1760...

[Horror! Shock! Not as much as you'd expect, though. But the mention of a thong has her making a face of distaste.]

Not in my gowns, it will not. You do not look overly large. Less so with a corset on.

YOU BETTER.

[majorcrotchgrab]

... You're the first person I've met from that time period. The earliest I met was 1920s.

[HUFFFF]

I'm not wearing female undergarments or a corset!

[psalmed]

Oh dear. It seems I might be a novelty in this new place.

You would enjoy wearing them! Do you not want a tiny waist?

[majorcrotchgrab]

I do not have a tiny waist. Although I'm curvy for a man.

[psalmed]

But you could in a corset.

[Oh she knows. He could be so pretty under that uniform.]

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[He is]

[majorcrotchgrab]

No.

[psalmed]

I believe the gentlemen doth protest too much.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I believe the woman needs to take no for an answer. You're worse than Yevgeny!

[psalmed]

Lia. My name is Lia.

[Serene smile. Never gonna give you up, baby.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'd say a pleasure to meet you, Lia, but it hasn't been.