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"So, what do you think?" asked Jessamine as she came out from behind the curtain and stared at her reflection on the mirror. She turned to face the man that was sitting in the chair reading a book.

Corvo put down the book and looked at Jessamine, he stared at her for a couple of minutes and then simply said. "It's a lovely dress."

The dress itself wasn't extraordinary; it was a pretty simple dress that had been model after a flower of Serkonos that blossom in one of the smaller island of the territory of the island. The dress main body seemed to be made by several petals, long petals that surround the body of Jessamine each ending in different parts but leaving her cleavage quite visible but at the same time not giving away too much, leaving a bit to the imagination. While the back of it was completely bare, just a simple ribbon going from one side to another, crossing in between the back, restraining the dress of falling down. The petal part of the dress ended at the middle of the thigh and the skirt of the dress was made with several silk layers, each of them having an opening as long as the skirt itself but placed in a different part of each layer. The dress color was of dark magenta while the skirt was of a softer color.

"A lovely dress?" said the dressmaker, Mr. Roth. "It's more than a lovely dress, Lord Protector, is a masterpiece. Just look at it! Still I'm not sure if I should remove the sleeves or not. They are loose sleeves, yet the dress could show off a bit better without them." The man moved around Jessamine, making her taking off the loose sleeves of the dress and looked at her from a bit of a distance. "Yes I think that it would look better without them, though is your dress, Your Grace, what do you think?" the man asked Jessamine.

She looked at herself in the mirror, giving her back to Corvo and she remained in silence for a couple of seconds and nodded. "Yes, I think that without the sleeves it would be better, what do you think Corvo?"

He looked at her and simply shrugged, "I don't know Your Grace, I'm not a fashion man. Either ways, it will look lovely on you."

The tailor shook his head, turned and went to search for another dress for Jessamine to try on, while the young woman simply gave a sigh of frustration and walked up the mirror and looked at herself.

"I was thinking in having my hair up and wearing a couple of rubies, what do you think Mr. Roth?" asked Jessamine.

"I think that it would look better if you hold your hair a bit down, with a lower bun and maybe some diamonds instead of rubies, it would be better. It would show off more," said the man.

Jessamine smiled at the man and then went behind the curtain where she started to change herself, the dressmaker gave her a dress and then walked toward the young man that had the book on his hand and hadn't started reading it again.

"You know Lord Corvo, I thought that coming from a place like Serkonos, you would appreciate good fashion but it seems that I was wrong," said the man as he looked at the Serkonan that had remained sit. "But just looking at the fact that you always wear your uniform no matter what, make me reconsider if you know fashion at all."

"It isn't that he doesn't know fashion, but he have always used a uniform. And probably paid little attention to the fashion of Serkonos, contrary to the rest of the Empire," said Jessamine from behind the curtain.

"Still, Majesty, even if he didn't knew of fashion he could recognize that it was a superb dress. I manage to create a masterpiece, and yet he just called it lovely," said the dressmaker.

Jessamine laughed. "It doesn't matter, either way, I be will taking this dress for the wedding, I think I will fit just in place, after all is one of the most important celebrations we will be having this year, I can assure you that."

Corvo eyed him but didn't say anything. He didn't know what Jessamine and the dressmaker would have wanted him to say. Would they have wanted him to say that it was indeed a wonderful dress? But to Corvo, it had been more than a wonderful or superb dress, it had been sublime. Yet he couldn't had say that he had want to torn it off, that it emphasized her curvy body; her well sized breasts, her small waist and her beautiful butt. That the dress was far too sensual and even had aroused him, of course he couldn't say that. He knew that if they would have been alone he would have taken her in that same moment over the couch in where the rest of the dresses were place. But they were with the dressmaker and so he had to control himself and say a simple compliment. He just hoped that while in the wedding and the parties that would follow he would be able to control himself.