As the two of them lied in bed in what could easily be mistaken for a lover's embrace, Alistair's gears were turning.  "Aha!"  He let out a laugh, "Come here, girl.  You're going to help me play with dear old father and Mrs. Hemlock."<br/><br/>He stood up and rushed to the closet, "How does one be rude and debauched in a dinner where the servants are expected to be nude and obedient?  Why, we make you a proper lady of course."  Finding one of his mother's old chemise's (http://www.knowlesville.com/vintage/images/dressing-04.jpg) he tossed it at her, covering her head before she could catch it.<br/><br/>"Put it on!  Quickly, Mush!"   He slapped the back of his hand and tapped his foot for a moment before turning to the closet once more and removing a long length of rough rope and pulling taut as he walked over to her, intent on making her hands were unable to roam and making the dress much harder to remove.