The dress was from a very well-regarded seamstress in a boutique at the edge of the city. It was soft in the skirts but stiff where she needed the support. Yet, it hardened beyond what the makers had intended when he traveled her spine with his fingerprints. There she was, hit fiddle, croaking a broken tune because he'd deliberately player her falsely. What a difference a bit of leather made. This Elizabeth was not so likely to miss breakfast with him.<br/><br/>Her downcast eyes were beads of gold buying her another kind of firm affirmation, close to where she was sitting. How delicious awe and compliance could be on Elsie's young face. With his tongue out, an excess of saliva coated the muscle when he saw the hatred in her. She was allowed to feel discontent, or even disgust, as long at the result was this. Like any part of her should, her mouth lowered, opened up, filled with slick for him, and took him in. But when she looked away afterward, it was almost too much. Beautiful Elsie, violated by her own obedience.<br/><br/>"There you go. Your life is good." he underlined when she was made to agree. His fingers dug deeper against one thigh through her skirts, and he kissed the temple closes to him. "You're happy." but it was not a question.<br/><br/>Oscar went about humming, and the leg bounced her subtly as though he didn't even notice himself. It was all to upset the sensitivity he'd drawn on her body during the moonlit hours. He entertained himself with the newspaper and more food until he'd finished both, stopping her motion only to feed her the occasional bite. At the end of it he sighed and let the servants start clearing the table. One of the maids looked worriedly at their mistress, probably because of what she'd heard about the pair's return, last night. Oscar was so proud of everything adjacent to that story that he didn't even remind the servant to keep her thoughts off her face.<br/><br/>"Well, you've been exhaustingly chatty this morning." he said, and it was a little criticism despite her compliance. You could well have given me more words. "So I must retreat to the country air and find all manner of new things to talk about when I come home." he lifted her by her hips and set her down so he could stand. The buckle flashed in the daylight as he was handed his coat and a hat. He always demanded a hat, even though he didn't always wear them. The leaving staff saw their master kiss the lady.<br/><br/>"You be good now. I won't be able to greet your friends, but I think I might be home before they leave. If I miss them completely give them my love, and maybe donate something somewhere in my name if it comes up." he stroked her cheek in fleeting, nostalgic affection before the end of that caress became a pointed pair of fingers under her chin. "And cheer up." Dark eyes on her. They softened soon, though the poison still pooled in their color. "but keep this caution." he added and let her jaw go, waving at her face like he was pointing at whatever muscles in it made it look submissive. He did place the hat on his head after swinging the coat elegantly onto himself. The tailoring had the outwear settle perfectly against his body, close, enhancing his beautiful build, but not too snug.<br/><br/>"I'll leave your day to you then." he stated and was then walking out.