<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>June 2, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha gently pulled the pins that held her braided hair in place when she saw Onneca retrieve a brush from the drawer.  She could only nod and smile when Onneca spoke.  The personal touch, yes she would like that very much.  Her burnished hair fell well past her shoulders like a cascade of molten copper.  It wasn’t until the bristles touched the red and orange threads that she remembered her goggles perched atop her heard.<br/><br/>“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said pulling them off and holding them in her hands. “I often forget they are there.”<br/><br/>The steady and sure strokes tugged teasingly at her scalp as her long fingers worried the leather strap of the goggles she held loosely in her hands.  Agatha’s eyelids drooped half closed with each fine tug and the steady pressure that followed.  A small sound escaped her lips once and she nearly dropped her goggles hoping Onneca had not heard the little gasp.  ‘Oh good Lord, save me from temptation and give me the strength to be a good girl.’  She prayed as the bristles ran like tiny fingers through her hair and tormented her scalp so deliciously.<br/><br/>When Onneca spoke once more about the dresses she felt like her prayer had been answered, while wishing the beautiful torment would continue.  Here hair, now brushed straight fell to the small of her back and she could not help but smile at the reflection that smiled back at her.  Onneca had indeed made her feel beautiful.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure I would fit in them.” She said wanting nothing more than to have Onneca’s fabrics caressing her body and laced tight across her chest.  Agatha was a waif-ish girl and while she was blessed with the curves of the Irish they were on a light frame and not always able to fit the modern dress just so.  Onneca’s smile caused Agatha’s pale glossy lips to curl into one of her own.  She lifted her arm as Onneca looped the tape behind her.  The thin tape slide along her back like her chemise wasn’t even there.  There was a brief heat to the friction along her back and the tight tug indeed pulled her upright and to Onneca.<br/><br/>“Oh.” She said softly and gave a little giggle of surprise as they touched ever so briefly.  Her eyes widened for a moment as the tape tightened over her breasts and Onneca’s fingers neared their tips.  The numbers on the tape flickered by through her fingertips settle just so.<br/><br/>’34. Selenium. Discovered by Jöns Jakob Berzelius and Johan Gottlieb Gahn.  It has a melting point of 220.5 degrees Celsius and a boiling point of 685 degrees Celsius, with oxidation states of 6, 4 and -2.’ She thought doing whatever she could not to think about those fingers and where they were.<br/><br/>The tape slipped around her waist pulling her undergarments in around her body giving form to her hips and pulling the chemise closer to her stomach and allowing the fullness of her breasts to show.  Agatha heard Onneca saying something about machines and ghost rock.  Agatha nodded her head in agreement only hearing every other word.<br/><br/>‘…it’s specific heat is 0.321 Jules per gram mol at 20 degrees Celsius…”<br/><br/>The tape zipped out from behind her back and Onneca guided her hand to her shoulder.  She caught up with the conversation at “I am happy. That is enough.”  Onneca was happy.  That was enough to make Agatha smile again.  She had made it through the fitting with little loss of composure and for that she was grateful…until Onneca sank to her knees before her.  She froze dead stiff as the last of the measurements played out and Onneca turned away.  Agatha was still looking at the spot Onneca had been kneeling when her sweet accented voice asked her a question.<br/><br/>“The nuts of Brazil have the highest levels of natural selenium of all nuts.”  She said looking up suddenly.  “Oh…sorry.  Um.  Yes, but I can’t.  I really need to be going.  I have to see a man about a shop.” She sputtered.  “Perhaps I can come back soon and try one on.  I would like that.  Do you know where Bankem and Bankem’s offices are?  Maybe some morning you could show me around town.  Um…sorry…I’m talking too much.” She said flustered and flopped her arms to her side in exasperation at herself, silent for a moment.<br/><br/>“Would you help me get dressed?” She asked both dreading and wanting the answer to be yes.<br/>