Polish
Alice was never particularly inclined towards the more feminine and gentile practices that her sisters were; the frilly dresses, the make-up, the accessorising that went beyond necessity.
Perhaps it was the mention of this in passing that lead to her current predicament.
As random and unexpected as the world it had occurred in.
Sitting still and stoic as a marble statue amongst the fluoro pinks, bloody reds and the shining chains of gold that dangled from the ceiling, Alice could only follow the instructions that he distractedly whispered, too focused on her body to look her in the eye when he did.
Black that reflected the gloves he wore was brushed with a finesse and delicacy she could only attribute to his feline nature. Not a drop of liquid was spilt.
To anyone passing by, Boris kneeling at Alice's feet, hand firmly supporting her calf as he expertly painted her nails would make quite a sight to behold.
The cool chill of the fish-bone upon his wily and venturing tail that made it's way up and down her arm certainly did not aid in her attempts to stay motionless, nor did the feeling that he was more than aware of her difficulty.
Of all her time here, this had to be one of the most surreal moments.
That was saying something.
It was tiring and preposterous and she was tempted to leave many times; but he would successfully finish his artistic ventures on one of her petite toes, look up and smile with such pride and what could be construed as admiration that guilt would immediately wash away any irritation.
It did not dissuade her yet to be polished fingers from wrapping around his wayward tail with a pressure that she made sure he could not ignore.
Alice could only smile as she felt the warm droplets run down her toes.
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Done! I wanted it to ne longer, but this is all that came out.
Don't own anything but the plot.