“If you stick me with a pin I may kill you.” Alecto stands still, or at least she attempts to stand still as Maya adjusts the dress. It’s beautiful, but Maya’s always are. The beauty won’t stop Alecto from complaining. Nothing will when her head hurts this bad. Still, she feels proud to wear one of Maya’s designs. In truth she prefers them to anything else, a fact which she has never said but she has a feeling Maya knows. Wearing the things Maya creates always evokes emotion within Alecto. Sometimes it turns her on to know she looks so good in something that was made by this woman just for her, that every dipping like and perfect curve was intentional. Sometimes it makes her feel safe, and she can never explain quite why.
”Of course I might not notice since it feels like there’s an icepick in my skull. But if I do, it’s murder.” She looks down at Maya from her position on the stool she stands on. She looks beautiful. “Its beyond me why we had to do this at this ungodly hour.” It’s one PM.