A/N: I swear the dress isn't something special. But I just can't help myself so...please don't mob me if I disappoint (/ 'A')/. Last chapter up next!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, EA and Bioware does. Derivative work is mine.
"I can't believe you came to me for this, Kitten. I'm way better at undressing people not otherwise."
"Who else would I go to, 'Bela? I don't have many friends and Varric is out of the question."
"Oh, I don't know? Maybe Hawke? ...wait, don't tell me you still haven't..."
"I just want to surprise her! Besides, you have a mirror. Well, I do too but the blighted thing doesn't reflect. Ow, I think that's a bit too tight."
"Oops, sorry. There, better?"
"Yes, ma serannas, lethallan. Well, what do you think?"
"I...Oh...wow. Look at you...wow. Right, spin like that. Oh. My. Maker's. Balls. I want to molest you with that thing on. What a hot little number!"
"Teehee. Really? It's actually quite modest, the rest was commissioned to a different store. Leandra said it should be done by the end of the month."
"Mmm. I think you should just keep it like that. I bet that lecher noble of yours will do a little flip if you do."
"Ugh. I wish it's over and done with already...ah! I mean this! The outfit! Not..."
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Not what, Kitten?"
"Nothing, nothing! I can't wait to show it to Hawke. And Leandra. Both of them. ...uhm 'Bela, your hand is up my skirt."
"Sorry, reflex! And isn't Harvestmere starting tomorrow?"
"Hmm, I think so, yes? Could you help me get this off?"
"And if it's Harvestmere tomorrow...?"
"...it's the end of...oh. Oh! Creators, is it r-...but I just fetched this last week!"
"Kitten, when did you last go out of the house?"
"I...I don't...remember. Elgar'nan! I should fetch it right now!"
"You have to show me later. Be careful, Kitten! Especially from lechers!
SLAM!
"…...ahh what a blessed harlot that Hawke is."
