[Name] sighed as Juliette did the strings of her corset. She did agree it was a little crazy. The twenty-first century and men still liked women to wear such things! [Name] let out a little bit of an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes.
Juliette peaked her head around the sequins and bones of the garment and asked, "Too tight?" Juliette had been there… almost as long as she had been. Three years. A millennium compared to most girls. It was safe to say that she knew most of the Johns that came in and they knew her down to her 'name'.
[Name] shook her head in return to Juliette, "No. I'm fine. Just… I don't know. Looking forward to tonight, I suppose."
Juliette let ot a throaty laugh in response, "What's so special about tonight?" She asked, in her same deep, husky voice, that accompanied her big bones.
"Nothing but… I'd like to think every night… every John has something special about them." [Name] replied, with a little giggle. At the end of her sentence, she winked at her best friend, earning another hefty laugh from the woman.
"I suppose you're right." She said, once her laughter ended, "Lace me up?"
[Name] grinned, "Of course."