[If Western nobility is anything like high society in Edo, then Diva would be accustomed to others dressing her. She's still, not cooing over the beauty of her sleeves or the feel of silk against her skin - Takasugi assumes the comparison is accurate.
It would have been a pain if she'd fidgeted while he'd dressed her, but the grin she wears now is satisfying.
He looks over her shoulder, circling around to rustle through drawers for a hairbrush.] Mm...
Quite the dangerous butterfly, aren't you? [Not the type with transient beauty, or the sort that thrives in hoards. A radiant monster.]
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It would have been a pain if she'd fidgeted while he'd dressed her, but the grin she wears now is satisfying.
He looks over her shoulder, circling around to rustle through drawers for a hairbrush.] Mm...
Quite the dangerous butterfly, aren't you? [Not the type with transient beauty, or the sort that thrives in hoards. A radiant monster.]
Sit.