(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dressing room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ietje van Leeuwen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I think it is best that you are wearing nothing underneath the dresses that you are about to try on. So off with everything and then we will go with the white to begin." Phillip told her as he sat on the small bench in the corner of the dressing room where his eyes were only focused on one thing and that was her. He liked to take liberties from her on a regular basis, but he was not all that predictable as some days the girl ended up much like a nun while others she could end up as a little better than a porn star. Either way, he was pleased with whatever he did to her and her likely reluctance to it. Part of the reason he did it of course was to garner some reluctance or slight resistance from her without that then there was no fun to it.<br/><br/>Phillipe like always would sit there and drink in her motions, there would be no more orders during this time. Interrupting such a thing was uncommon of him to do unless there was a request that he had of her. To him it was like watching a performance, one where she was the actress that only spoke her lines or moved in ways for him and only him. This possession of a captive artist made him happy and granted an odd sense of satisfaction. Who else in the world got to enjoy this moment with her? No one would be the answer to that question.<br/><br/>On the bench, he sat forward with his elbows on his legs as he looked to her. His mouth remained shut, composed in such a way that showed neither disapproval or cheerfulness. It inhabited this realm of in between where he was much like an observer separated from the scene not too sure what to think of it when really in his mind there was much going on about what his eyes gazed upon.