Rose was having a strange and distant dream. He was singing and dancing yet was far from home. He wanted to go home soon but then the dream went darker. Everywhere he went was shadowy things that blocked the paths to the Palace of his homelands. The path to home was so close yet so far away. He felt a hand on his waist. That is what started to bring him back to reality. His eyes slowly lulling themselves open. Thick lashes rising in a hot sort of way. He eeked as he saw the man's mouth and face hovering mere inches above his own. He tried to scramble away from the guy. Eyes widen even further as he realized this was not his dress. Well not the one he had been wearing. Inwardly he held terror and was momentarily paralyzed with fear. He had been stripped and redressed while he was out. He wasn't sure how he ended up out and that scared him a bit. Wide eyes filled with panic and fear. He looked down. Trying to scramble up without touching Varian. He had small boobie bumps that if someone stripped would have been seen. They were too small for any type of bra. "Who are you? Where am I? How did I end up in this dress? I want to leave." he says. His voice fearful but filled with firey defience.