The Dress.
AN: Just finished my ficathon (sending soon Thals!) and needed to get a bit of fluff out into the world.
When? SilMil VxK
The Dress
The ball was all anyone could talk about for months. The Lunar kingdom had been in intense preparation over the past few weeks - invites checked and double checked, chefs brought in, flowers arranged, and sommeliers busy pulling vintage selections from the stores. All worked tireless in the joyous occasion for the official debut of their Princess to society. While there were murmurs of the potential for a dual engagement and debut, the senshi from Venus knew better. Yes, many of the galaxies would send delegates. Yes, some were of marriageable age and appropriate lineage, but Venus knew that her liege Queen Selene did not want to rush her only daughter into matrimony. Background would play a role, but the queen hoped for a love match - one that would usher in the next successful generation of the Silver Millennium.
Venus had her own concerns.
Tonight, tonight was different.
A debutante had different rules than young women who had been out a season. What Serena was allowed to wear and who she could interact with were quite different than the rules that now governed Venus, who, like her other princess warriors, had already had her debut. Venus wanted to make an impact.
In the royal corridors, the royal seamstress and her team were everywhere at once, fluttering around and making last minute changes. The woman, a busty Jovian, came into the Venusian's chambers, helped by a red haired maid, who brought in the blonde's first choice - a white gown with gold highlights. The neckline was demure, but the shape of the dress was formfitting. At the last minute, the redhead took a misstep. The sound of tearing cloth echoed across Venus’s chambers. Everyone froze.
“I’m so sorry, Lady Venus,” the redhead said despondently.
“Beryl, is it?” Venus looked at the young woman, easily within a year of her own age and continued, “Not to worry.” She looked at the flustered seamstress and said carefully, “Correct? I’m certain your mistress has another lovely creation I can wear.”
“I…”
Venus raised a delicate eyebrow and shook her head. There was no point of berating the young woman who quite clearly felt terrible. Tears shimmered in her eyes and Venus made soothing noises while looking pointedly at the seamstress.
The busty woman tapped a finger on her mouth and said, “There is…something...for your lady mother.”
“She is not attending. This has been a fact for the past two lunar cycles. Why do you hesitate?”
“It is not appropriate for an unmarried maiden.”
“Let me see it and make the judgment.”
Following in Venus's wake, the duo moved to the seamstress's temporary quarters and the older woman revealed a creation of gold cloth. Venus’s discerning eyes quickly appraised the material and she said, “Let me try it on.”
“Your good mother will surely come after me.”
“Would she rather me go naked to the debut of our princess?”
“N-No.”
Venus disrobed, leaving on her shift and the seamstress shook her head and explained, “There is…that is, your lady mother did not believe undergarments would be possible.”
“Oh.” Venus stepped behind a screen and completed disrobing, then pulled on the fabric, which settled gently around her. The sheer panel at her leg aligns with a daring slit nearly all the way to her…
“How does it look?”
Venus understood why the seamstress was worried. The bold cut was for royalty, for a woman, for a lady who had known the touch of a man. Not caring about protocol or the inevitable gossip, she stepped out and said, “I’ll wear it.”
Fanning herself, the seamstress tried to argue, “But miss…”
“Let them talk.”
"This dress will get you into trouble."
Still in the gown, Venus winked and walked out, saying, "I certainly hope it does!"
A few hours later, a pair glided across the dance floor, gold and silver capes fluttering around each other. Venus knew him to be a General from the earth and it felt wonderful in his arms. Tonight was a night to make memories, to forget her station and duty and...
"You're smiling."
"I am."
"I am glad for it."
"Do the women not smile where you are from?"
"Not all the time." They took another swirl around the room and he said, "I must also compliment you on your gown - it is quite lovely."
"Thank you for saying so."
Leaning closer to her ear, he added, "Such a garment gives a man ideas."
Shivering at the contact, Venus asked, "And what ideas would those be?"
"Perhaps you can meet me in the corridor in a short while and I'll share them with you." Not waiting for an answer, the song ended. He bowed, raised an eyebrow and walked off the dance floor.
Link to dress by designer, Zuhair Murad, here.
When? SilMil VxK
The Dress
The ball was all anyone could talk about for months. The Lunar kingdom had been in intense preparation over the past few weeks - invites checked and double checked, chefs brought in, flowers arranged, and sommeliers busy pulling vintage selections from the stores. All worked tireless in the joyous occasion for the official debut of their Princess to society. While there were murmurs of the potential for a dual engagement and debut, the senshi from Venus knew better. Yes, many of the galaxies would send delegates. Yes, some were of marriageable age and appropriate lineage, but Venus knew that her liege Queen Selene did not want to rush her only daughter into matrimony. Background would play a role, but the queen hoped for a love match - one that would usher in the next successful generation of the Silver Millennium.
Venus had her own concerns.
Tonight, tonight was different.
A debutante had different rules than young women who had been out a season. What Serena was allowed to wear and who she could interact with were quite different than the rules that now governed Venus, who, like her other princess warriors, had already had her debut. Venus wanted to make an impact.
In the royal corridors, the royal seamstress and her team were everywhere at once, fluttering around and making last minute changes. The woman, a busty Jovian, came into the Venusian's chambers, helped by a red haired maid, who brought in the blonde's first choice - a white gown with gold highlights. The neckline was demure, but the shape of the dress was formfitting. At the last minute, the redhead took a misstep. The sound of tearing cloth echoed across Venus’s chambers. Everyone froze.
“I’m so sorry, Lady Venus,” the redhead said despondently.
“Beryl, is it?” Venus looked at the young woman, easily within a year of her own age and continued, “Not to worry.” She looked at the flustered seamstress and said carefully, “Correct? I’m certain your mistress has another lovely creation I can wear.”
“I…”
Venus raised a delicate eyebrow and shook her head. There was no point of berating the young woman who quite clearly felt terrible. Tears shimmered in her eyes and Venus made soothing noises while looking pointedly at the seamstress.
The busty woman tapped a finger on her mouth and said, “There is…something...for your lady mother.”
“She is not attending. This has been a fact for the past two lunar cycles. Why do you hesitate?”
“It is not appropriate for an unmarried maiden.”
“Let me see it and make the judgment.”
Following in Venus's wake, the duo moved to the seamstress's temporary quarters and the older woman revealed a creation of gold cloth. Venus’s discerning eyes quickly appraised the material and she said, “Let me try it on.”
“Your good mother will surely come after me.”
“Would she rather me go naked to the debut of our princess?”
“N-No.”
Venus disrobed, leaving on her shift and the seamstress shook her head and explained, “There is…that is, your lady mother did not believe undergarments would be possible.”
“Oh.” Venus stepped behind a screen and completed disrobing, then pulled on the fabric, which settled gently around her. The sheer panel at her leg aligns with a daring slit nearly all the way to her…
“How does it look?”
Venus understood why the seamstress was worried. The bold cut was for royalty, for a woman, for a lady who had known the touch of a man. Not caring about protocol or the inevitable gossip, she stepped out and said, “I’ll wear it.”
Fanning herself, the seamstress tried to argue, “But miss…”
“Let them talk.”
"This dress will get you into trouble."
Still in the gown, Venus winked and walked out, saying, "I certainly hope it does!"
A few hours later, a pair glided across the dance floor, gold and silver capes fluttering around each other. Venus knew him to be a General from the earth and it felt wonderful in his arms. Tonight was a night to make memories, to forget her station and duty and...
"You're smiling."
"I am."
"I am glad for it."
"Do the women not smile where you are from?"
"Not all the time." They took another swirl around the room and he said, "I must also compliment you on your gown - it is quite lovely."
"Thank you for saying so."
Leaning closer to her ear, he added, "Such a garment gives a man ideas."
Shivering at the contact, Venus asked, "And what ideas would those be?"
"Perhaps you can meet me in the corridor in a short while and I'll share them with you." Not waiting for an answer, the song ended. He bowed, raised an eyebrow and walked off the dance floor.
Link to dress by designer, Zuhair Murad, here.