That was about all he stammered out before being shoved into the bathroom. Now blinking at the closed door, his curiosity getting the better of him he opened the bag and peered inside. Outside Terisa was just smirking at no one in particular as she had posted herself outside the bathroom door. The amusement of how this was all just playing out so nicely in her favor really was enjoyable and fun. After all, Brianne had dragged her out here away from any real cities, she may as well get something more out of it than just her fees. She heard him stammering a bit before he was shoved in, but when he finally did get enough sense in his head to open it, there inside would be a magnificent suit of a deep black with a blue vest beneath to match the dress she wore as well, and even a pair of black shoes to match - all pressed and ready to go.
"Woah..." Dorian uttered while pulling out the suit, it was nicer then anything he owned and he gave a small whistle. Who was this women, and why had she picked him for what ever she was up to. But he had no other plans and so he changed into the suit, stuffing his other clothes into the bag before opening the door a crack, then seeing no one watching him slipped out. "So you want to tell me who you are? I don't normally let just anyone play dress up with me..."
A soft chuckle as he took her in for the first time, he had been too surprised and confused before and he smiled at what he saw. She gave a smile, having heard him shuffling round a bit in the room as he dressed, so very tempted to jump in when she could tell he was out of his old clothes and not into the tux, she did resist at least for now. The gifts of being in the business so long was knowing exactly when to jump in to completely surprise the person in the dressing room. But as he slipped out, one hand lifted to gently press against his chest and shove him back in, herself following and closing the door behind her, pulling back the front parts of the tux coat to pull at the vest and shirt beneath before pulling a few pins out of her purse to pin it up a bit tighter to actually fit him right before a needle appeared as she fixed it to actually fit him. "Me? Ohh just someone who enjoys picking up random young men and going on dates, that's all."
Stumbling abit but catching himself before falling, a raised brow as she started removing clothing. "What..." Then chuckles as she pins it back together. "Right... no, who are you are you really, and what are you plotting."
Those dark orbs looked up at him with a sense of mystery and fun mixed together as her hands tugged up her skirt so she could bend down and eventually kneel as her hands moved down to his waist and tugged a bit. "Hmph...little too skinny, but at least they won't fall."
Another brow raised as she kneeled in front of him, unable to help the soft shiver that ran through him feeling her tug at his pants. She pulled to see how baggy they were and moving down to the cuffs, rolling them up once more before pinning them to stay in place before her eyes landed upon his shoes. "Men really do ignore their shoes too often."
Said as she untied his shoes and retied them with almost a flair. "And seeing as you are now wearing that, you may keep it, seeing as none of my actual clients will desire a second-hand suit. Do you believe yourself ready then?"
Rising to her feet and pulling out a small comb, brushing out his hair just a bit, then deciding against it and ruffling it up again. "Clients...? Ready for what?" His replied, eyes lifting to watch her toy with his hair then return to her eyes.
She just smiled sweetly at him with a hint of a smirk, dark orbs looking him over once more before finding him presentable enough. "Let's be off to dinner than, and you may call me Terisa." She had nearly lost her composure when she felt him shiver just before; she had to keep telling herself this one was still just a boy, cute, but still a boy.
An arm slid through his as she led him out of the bathroom, out of the hotel and began to stroll down the street calmly. A chuckle and shake of his head as he let her lead him, what harm was there in it really. Her head turning to lean down toward him as she spoke. "I plot nothing, nothing at all. And if you haven't figured out my profession by now, that is clearly your own lack of perception speaking, my young one. Now, we are going to dinner and then perhaps to see a show. If you have other plans, well, your other girlfriends can all just be jealous." Dark eyes giving a knowing look to Alfred who kicked up the horse and carried on down the street, her gaze shifting to the restaurant up ahead and then to Dorian. "We ready then?"
"Terisa... nice to meet you, I'm Dorian... and unless your a tailor, or you kidnap people for a living, I don't think you have given me any clues to your profession." He was about to say yes he did indeed have other plans when his eyes found the restaurant they were standing in front of, giving a shake of his head then. "No... no plans, I'm all yours..."
She gave him a grin hearing that, naughty thoughts skimming the surface of her mind. "Well met then, Dorian, and a tailor makes me sound so..soo...boring. I much prefer the terms designer and stylist." Stepping up to the man who was hosting this evening at the Café Le’Rome and clearing her throat softly, catching the man's quick glare at her guest before she quickly perked her head to catch his gaze and bring it back to her.
"I am here for my table, I do hope you have prepared it as requested." A soft smile on her lips, simply enjoying the fact that the man now did indeed have to let Dorian in, and even gave a wink to one of the burlier men who was sharing her silent chuckle. The host gave a brief bow, not daring to trust his voice before moving out into the sea of tables, leading them to one next to a large window, across the room from Brianne and her date, and hopefully with the people walking past in the window, less lightly to make them seen, but where they could watch the other couple. "Do make yourself comfortable, with how she is, more than likely it'll be an hour before she gets around to ordering food cause of her rambling. "
Dorian couldn't help the smirk at the man, giving a waggle of his eye brows as he passes him before taking a seat, then raises a brow at her comment. "You know Bri... and you knew I was following her? ::settling into his seat across from her:: The plot thickens..."
That just caused her to chuckle lightly, trying to keep it down so that others wouldn't notice and draw Brianne's gaze towards her, it was too recognizable with the unique pitch. "Indeed I do. I am her main designer. The gorgeous dress she is adorning tonight? That would be one of my creations. She, her mother, and ever so often her aunt when something is needed for some special royal occasion are all clients of mine. But enough of me, I do wish to know why you were following her with those little puppy eyes. I mean, anyone who was really watching could not have missed it, except everyone was watching her, including you."
Terisa ordering a glass of sherry when the waiter made his appearance and Dorian a rum and coke, making his response after taking a sip. "Hmm, interesting... you do beautiful work." Flash a warm smile as he leans back in the chair, relaxing a bit upon finding out who she was. "She is a friend, our families know each other very well. And I am following her cause I want to see how the date goes. She took such pains getting ready for it that I just had to see what all the fuse was about."
A thin brow rose on Terisa's face at the reply. "Families know each other very well? Perhaps she knows yours, but I am certain her Mother has never heard of you, else I would know more of you. Being what I am, it comes with certain perks, namely some very excellent gossip and knowledge of what goes on in the lives of some of the persons with the heaviest pockets in and around Taraglass."
Her eyes wandered back to Brianne, slowly moving to her date, looking him over and knowing exactly who had made his suit, the ones who she knew would not bring information back to Brianne's mother. "And it's more than just looking out for a friend, but I will leave it at that for now. And what do you do for a living? Anything presentable?"
He follows her gaze a moment before returning it to her. "Yes, I suppose you are right, she is guild mates with my aunt and friends with my mother. I am a student, that is full time job enough but I do work for a guild as well. As for more then looking out for a friend, that is all it is, I mean I like her, how could I not. She is stunning, but while she is dating Adra, there is nothing there."
She listened, taking in his words and at the mention of the name Adra, her gaze shifted to the man sitting across from Brianne. "So that is his name, hmmm?" Another smirk crossing her lips. "Even that has made my efforts worthwhile, at least I have a name now. And I am glad to hear that you are respecting her decisions, at least you aren't clawing and killing to get her. I can tell you she certainly has had enough of that in her short lifetime already and does not wish for anymore."
Gaze shifting to look over all of the other patrons present, some were outright staring at Brianne and the male, almost like they could remember the image if they stared long enough. A few tossed glances her way, but she was often hidden in a studio, so her cover was nearly always safe.
"Seems counter productive to do that. Besides, I enjoy our time together as it is. We are friends, and I highly value that friendship." Was his reply, a soft smile as he watches her scan the room, watching her mind work and can't help but be impressed. This should prove to be a very interesting evening indeed, and it seems, plan B was really plan T.
Dorian's Suit:
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