Prep Time
CW: hypnosis, non-sexual nudity
Miles blinks slowly as the door opens, revealing Miss Edith and another vampire, different than the one who did the evaluation. Miss Edith gives a strange gesture and the second vampire walks over to Miles, holding another tray of gourmet food.
“Adele, make sure he eats it all,” Miss Edith says, stepping closer and smiling at Miles. “Little boy, your time has finally come! The auction is today!”
“We have everything planned out,” The other vampire, Adele, says to Miles as she lifts the glass of water to Miles’ lips. “Drink,” Adele orders, and Miles does exactly that, draining half of it.
“Your outfit should arrive in twenty minutes, then we’ll do your hair and makeup,” Miss Edith continues, checking a watch on her wrist. “The auction for working thralls ends at three, so our time slot should be finished by dawn.”
Adele orders Miles to open his mouth, and she starts feeding him spoonfuls of soup. Faintly, Miles realizes he hasn’t eaten in at least two days, but he doesn’t pay that any mind, too fuzzy to think. “Before the actual auction starts, there’s a mingling rooms where potential buyers can meet new thralls,” The vampire tells Miles. “That usually takes an hour and a half, then the auction.”
Miss Edith cards a hand through Miles’ hair, which was tangled and dry from days in his cell. “After food we need to wash you,” She mutters, glancing at her watch again. “That shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes, right? Then we’ll dress and do makeup.” Adele nods in agreement.
Ten minutes pass as Miles finishes the plates, his stomach completely full by the end. Adele unties the ropes holding him to his chair— when did that happen?— and Miss Edith pulls him up.
“Get the bath ready,” Miss Edith tells Adele, who nods and dashes to a door off in the corner. Miss Edith smiles at Miles, who has a blank look on his face. “How about we practice how to speak with your masters?” She suggests, and Miles only nods. “When you address a vampire, always end with Miss or Sir. Don’t ask questions, keep your answers short and sweet, and keep your head bowed. Yes?”
“Yes, Miss,” Miles answers, and Miss Edith grins.
The door opens again, revealing Adele. “The bath’s ready,” She announced, and Miss Edith guides Miles into the next room.
She sits him down on a chair next to the half full bath, and pulls his cardigan off, throwing it in the hamper. “Auction rules— thralls will wear gowns,” Miss Edith says simply as she pulls Miles’ shirt off as well. “Pants aren’t suitable for such an event, if your master wants you in pants they’ll dress you in pants after they buy you, simple as that.”
Once Miles was fully stripped, Adele helped him into the bath, using a small bowl to pour warm water over his shoulders and hair. Miles stares at the faucet, sitting still as Adele covers him in soap.
He’s maneuvered around a bit through the washing, but stays in once place while they work on his hair. Adele coos once or twice how good of a thrall he was, complimenting Miss Edith on her work, but Miles pays no mind, even as Miss Edith smiles.
Then he’s rinsed off and pulled out of the bath, letting them dry him off. “Put these on,” Adele orders, handing Miles some undergarments.
Finally, Miss Edith works some products into Miles hair, and Adele gasps in delight at the finished look.
“Good as new!” She whispers in awe, before a knock on the door turns her around. Miles starts staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly as he’s been doing for the past few days.
The next thing he knew, Adele was telling him to step into a petticoat, and then Miss Edith and Adele were struggling a dress over his head. He lets them, shifting so the straps slide over his arms. It was a red dress, or at least a red corset, and a black skirt. The skirt fell over the petticoat, making it poofy.
“Aren’t you a cutie?” Adele coos as she gently lifts Miles’ head, brushing some blush across his cheeks and nose, then wipes some lip gloss over his lips.
“Do you think this is enough to catch the attention of Carter, Alarie, or Clark?” Miss Edith questions, squinting her eyes at Miles with one hand crossed over her chest and the other holding her chin.
Adele guides Mikes to sit down as she starts on his lashes. “Not Carter,” She answers almost immediately, focusing her eyes on Miles’ face. “Clark.. I’m not sure. He always has the strangest tastes..” She finishes one eye and starts on the other. “But we have a chance with Alarie.”
Miss Edith nods as Adele finishes the makeup and picks shoes from her shelf, easily slipping Miles’s feet into a pair of maroon heels. And to finish it off, she pulls Miles’ hands into maroon gloves.
Adele steps back to study her work, then turns to Miss Edith with a grin. “We got a good one.”
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