Angelique smiled, thankful that Baba had understood what she wanted. She followed her to the small bath. Pristine tiles in white, white tub and washbasin, the only color in the room was the towels and dressing gown given to her by Baba.<br/><br/>Waiting for servants to bring in the hot water, she fingered the dressing gown. It was soft dove grey; fine linen, the fluffy towels of deep cobalt. She could become used to living here. She only hoped they would not send her home to her father.<br/><br/>Two servant girls came in bearing two buckets each of steaming water another followed with several vials of oil for Angelique to select from. She removed the stoppers, sniffing the fragrant oils while her tub was filled, selecting a crisp, citrusy lemon verbena. Pouring the oil in she disrobed and stepped in the tub, slowly sinking into the hot fragrant water, the steam clearing her sinuses and muddled brain.<br/><br/>Left alone, she leaned back and let the water sooth aching muscles before cleansing her body and hair, her long delicate fingers gingerly soaping up her body and hair before rinsing. Finished she dried off, donned the robe, and returned to Baba.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angelique sighed with a small shake of her head. No sooner had she entered her bedroom then Baba had started in with a stream of nonstop chatter in Russian.<br/><br/>She carefully slid a pair of fine silk stockings over her supple, toned legs, securing them at the thigh with garters matching her gown. She groaned when Baba produced a white corset. Wrapping it around her torso, the stiff whalebone would not give, and would make it difficult to breathe in certain positions.<br/><br/>Being laced into a corset was one of her least favorite activities and Baba had it down to a science. She cinched her tightly, pushing her already full breasts up, her dusky nipples peeking from the top, a generous amount of creamy flesh revealed<br/><br/>She was already out of breath and hadn’t even dined; it was going to be a long night.<br/><br/>The silk gown slid over her skin, caressing every curve of her lush body to swirl around her ankles. The gown was beautiful. A simple silk bodice gathered at the waist to flare out at the hips. Simple, elegant and stunning.<br/><br/>Baba never once stopped talking, Angelique wondered if the woman ever took a breath. A giggle erupted from her throat prompting a scowl from Baba as her deft fingers pinned her hair up in an elegant upswept style. Harsh fingers pinched her cheeks and applied a berry stain on her lips.<br/><br/>Angelique stood before the mirror, Baba to her right, hands on her hip and a smile of satisfaction curving her lips. “Thank you,” she smiled at Baba, the woman had worked wonders. She truly looked beautiful.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>