Gloves, on.
Boots... well, boot-like shoes, on.
Shirt, yes, of course.
Suit... well, yes... and no... but it was the best she could do, honestly. The jacket was ok, but the knee-length skirt... And she hated pastels. Pastel pink was only good for strawberry yoghourt. Not for a suit. Which wasn't even a suit...!
"Don't dwell on it too much," she told herself, "Don't be childish. It could be worse. It could be... strawberry-jam colored instead."
"Walter, where's my hat?" she called, and immediately got her answer. In the wardrobe, he said. Oh, yes. There. Right in front of her. Well, like she could be blamed... she hadn't seen it because she hadn't wanted to see it. She put it on and lit a cigar. Was anything missing?
"You look adorable, master," Alucard complimented, sarcasm dripping so much she could drown in it, "Watch out, Her Majesty may want to adopt you."
This one has a continuation. Which is not yet written, lol.
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