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{ Mind ye, fair gentlemen, for ladies never start fights ---- ; ; ---- but are made to F I N I S H them. }

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{ The brunette startled back a bit once she rounded the corner, seeing the woman standing in the center of the hall. A slight gasp left her, followed by a nervous chuckle and a soft tone, "mio dio, you scared me a bit, signora. I didn't hear anyone enter the house."

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"Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress."

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He clenched his teeth as she pulled a second time. “Are you going to pull it even more? then I should say good bye to a couple of ribs!” He said as he pleased her holding the edge of a dressing table.

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{ She made a loud grunt, planting her foot in front of her and tugging the string of the corset backwards quickly, tightening the corset dramatically, with an almost expert ease. “Oh, no worries for that, amico! They fall into place themselves!” Her voice was strained, keeping the strings pulled taut towards her. 

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{ some things on character development and such;  ; ;for her main verse, due to the fact she has killed before, she has very touchy dreams, not exactly nightmares, but dreams that can wake her and give her a slight sense of paranoia in her gut; though it does not dim her curiosity in humans as a whole because she knows that she can defend herself, even if she does think that her believing that in herself is a bit cocky.  ; ;for her modern verse, i decided she needed a little more mysteriousness in her life due to the fact that spies, like her job in her main verse, aren't exactly needed anymore. Her father is now a high ranking member of the Italian mafia that does reside in their part of New York, though he does still own his bank, (he pretty much carries the mafia's transactions through his bank). She has a basic understanding of what he does and knows not to speak of it, (just like her job within the Sforza house is forbidden to be spoken of to anyone other than those participating or overseeing), but not of the torture and murder that her father and his co-members do participate in; she is still a very sheltered child, but again, none of this dims that boiling curiosity in her, (it even makes it worse due to the fact shes more sheltered than her main verse.) ; ;for both verses, i added a bit of angst to the mix; it's hard for her to become pregnant and carry full term, and if she would to attempt it, she would be bedridden and very sickly during the pregnancy; in her type of family, this could be seen as a failure, and she often blames herself for it, seeing as she cannot carry on her family's line.  { ok that's it i just had to write it out l o l 

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I might seem kind and gentle                                                                                                                      on the outside    

but cross me               and there will be hell to pay. 

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; ;do i need any replies?? eue;

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"VERDICT"

My character is being forced to decide how yours will be executed. Send "VERDICT" to hear what they choose.

{ The woman choked back hard tears, hands tightly clasped at her stomach; knuckles white from her grip. Her voice was wobbly, almost too wobbly to understand. "I-... I w-wish you to be painless, signore Cyril... I..." She paused, closing her eyes. { "F-Firing squad." 

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"Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress."

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He rolled his eyes and chuckled raising his arms. “I’m glad was born flat(?)” He said as he looked the corset getting on its hypothetical place. “I think I must hold it here, it’s too loosened, maybe we should try with another…”

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{ The woman gave a laugh as she spun around to his back, tugging at the lacing of the corset a bit, trying to get a nice grip on it. "Oh, signore, I haven't tightened it yet!" She pulled a little harder, pulling the corset just snug enough to his body. { "You might want to hold onto something..." 

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My character is being forced to decide how yours will be executed. Send "VERDICT" to hear what they choose.

the options are:

Public Hanging

Firing Squad

Lethal Injection 

Electric Chair

Burned at the Stake 

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"Ciao, mi amica." Flavia called, grinning brightly at the other woman.

{ Eden startled a bit, turning to face Flavia’s beaming smile, sighing outwardly. “Oh, ciao Flavia! You gave me a bit of a scare.” 

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"Mi dispace, Eden." The teen replied, moving to give her a tight squeeze. "I have not seen you in such a long time. How have you been?"

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{ "A bit bored, to be truly honest. I haven't seen the outside of Milan in quite a while." She gave a light chuckle, embracing her friend tightly. "I must ask the same of you! How has the brotherhood been? Va bene, si?" 

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"Ciao, mi amica." Flavia called, grinning brightly at the other woman.

{ Eden startled a bit, turning to face Flavia’s beaming smile, sighing outwardly. “Oh, ciao Flavia! You gave me a bit of a scare.” 

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"I-I don’t look that bad! wait, what have you seen?" Now he had seen different kind of dressed he had to meet an underwear he hadn’t seen before, corsets a varied as the number of dresses, may be fewer but he was still shocked about this scene.  Cyril nodded and started taking his robes off, only his robes, his pants were going to stay on their place. “Well… how it suppose a corset works?”

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{ From his first question, Eden's speech was soft, sightly somber, "things I cannot tell, I'm sure." She picked his robe from the floor and had it laid upon another chair towards the outer edge of the room, quickly skipping back to where Cyril stood. She picked up one of his arms and pushed it up over his head. "Si; arms up. Women usually have step inside a corset, but your chest, amico, does not adorn breasts."  She couldn't help but giggle, thinking to herself, "I've actually done it."

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"Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress."

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Cyril turned his face to see her and his facial features spoke for him to let her know his thoughts about the corset. Are you kidding me? But he walked on her direction still intrigued about her little caprice then he wondered if it was an excuse to see him without outwear. His eyes narrowed.

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{ Her expression questioned his own, her hands finally tugging the dress off the form. "What? Are you nervous? Because I can assure you I have seen things much worse than a man without his robes." The dress was lain over a small chair at the center of the room, the woman rushing past Cyril to a small wardrobe the sat right behind him. The doors swung open to a collection of corsets and bodices, all neatly arranged upon their respective shelves. She pulled one out, a rather large one, and faced Cyril, a hand egging him on.

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The Deacon half opened his mouth and looked all those dresses. He wasn’t used to see that amount of clothes together. “I don’t know about fashion but… I think that blue, just like my eyes.” If she was happy maybe things would go fine. 

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{ "I'm sure you'll look fine in blue." Her gait was now almost a happy skip as she made her way over to one of the larger dresses, a silken, light blue gown dawned in a beautiful gold embroidered flower pattern at the waist, and began to tug it off the form. "Come in come in. Don't be shy. I have to get you into a corset, anyways." 

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; ;Eden spy skill #1: manipulation!

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For a moment his heart pounded thinking when was going to say “another woman” and when she said dress he felt some relieve yet he it was also wrong getting relieved about Eden looking a dress for him. “Right,  it’s fine, but close the windows and the door if you find a fine dress for me…”

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{ She gave a small clap, and giggled, her voice flooded with accomplishment now. "As you wish, signore! But I do have to ask...." She sauntered to a large wooden door within the room, yanking it open to reveal another large room, walls littered with dress forms, covered in the finest silks. "....which color you would prefer." 

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; ;I feel as if I have to give Eden a little more angst in both her main verse and her modern verse. I mean, her modern verse is almost boring, considering she does nothing but work for her fathers bank and attend her mother's cocktail parties and play piano, and she has nothing to really elaborate on in either of her verses as in terms of angst or anything. I mean, in her main verse, shes killed men; I guess I should elaborate more on her emotions for that?  (And I was almost thinking something to do with mafia-related activity in her modern verse, maybe?)

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"Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress."

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"Corsets don’t narrow shoulders…" The man said taking the dress and holding it against his body. Eden really wanted to look him lose some manhood for a few seconds? what kind of friendship was that? If he was enjoying the moment, laughing about the idea, maybe it was  a good one, he imagined. "You see?"

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{ Eden sighed, putting both hands on her hips, a defeated tone in her voice. "Fine..." She turned away, saying aloud,"...I suppose we'll have to find another dress then."