The seamstresses had nearly fainted when he sliced the fabric of the Elie Saab dress. She tensed for a moment feeling the cold air down her back. It worsened when he sliced it down the front. She was trying extremely hard not to shiver or shake at his movements. When she’d felt the blade at first she had thought he’d been hungry and wanted to feed right there. That would have been a little more terrifying than this.<br/><br/>She would have jumped back when the flash of silver came but she a)wasn’t fast enough and b) hadn’t really realized what had happened until the cold brushed the front of her. The seamstresses were mortified by what they had seen but they did not argue with him or complain about it. He was paying for it still and he was a vampire, two good reasons to keep their mouths shut. They nodded at his instructions before starting to get to work on making the proper adjustments. They had an hour and they knew they would have to make it perfectly right.<br/><br/>Wearing the dress he’d picked out she watched the room vanish again. Each time he did that she tensed, unaccustomed to that form of transportation. She would have to get used to it she supposed eyes trying to adjust to the new gloom. A single candle for light, vampires really did have sensitive eyes because she highly doubted it was for mood lighting. For a moment she frowned when she was placed on the side without the plate and silver wear wondering where this was going.<br/><br/>Did he eat normal food too? Was she supposed to sit there and watch him eat? That would seem rather cruel considering how kind he’d been but then she did not know him very well. To say she was hungry was an ok assumption. She’d had a hearty meal before she had come to the interview and in a way she was too nervous to want anything anyway. If anything he may have to make sure she ate because sometimes she forgot. Most of that was how busy she became, working that much for long hours nonstop, she may have missed a meal or two because of it.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked to him and that small frown grew before she brushed it off. If he thought it was dreadful then why were they sitting there? Picking it up slowly, she glanced at it. Most of what was on there she had never heard of before. What stood out were the burgers and the steak. Oh that steak looked good. She closed it and slowly slid the menu back. “The only thing I saw that I knew on there were a few burgers and a steak. Out of the two the steak would be my pick done rare or medium rare.” She went with either or depended on her mood.<br/><br/>When he ordered she sat, poker face on until the food came. She hadn’t been hungry but looking at that steak, the smell of it was better than she would have thought. Hands clenching in her lap she stayed were she was. From time to time she had been known to pick things from someone’s plate but that was to tease or bug them. Those people were also people she knew rather well. She had enough manors to keep her hands were they were though her stomach was a different matter. It growled softly, her jaw clenching as the sound seemed louder to her.