-Chang with Charlotte, Bella joining them in the Suite-<br/><br/>As Charlotte stood, Chang waited, watching the young woman remove her garment and lay them on the pillow with an approving nod. He had no modesty, no embarrassment in his ability to watch such a beautiful woman undress. Even with the knowledge that her arousal, caused by the device, Roxanne, and himself, clung to fabric and would add a scent to the room of personal pleasure, he showed absolutely no shame. He stood slowly, unwinding from the position on the bed only to remove his silken pants. He stood bare before Charlotte with the same calm assurance as when he had walked into Roxanne's suite earlier.<br/><br/>His skin was a soft bronze, flesh stretched taut over muscle and bone. He was not a block of a man, instead sculpted from rare and exotic material that seemed to pulse with life with his every step. He held himself high, straight, even while in the privacy of his own domain. He did nothing to hide his arousal, the heavy display of full flesh swung slowly as he walked. Well groomed, smooth and partially erect, he did not even seem to pay it attention as he moved to a large wooden armoire. He opened the brass gilded door and selected dress pants, donning them without care for undergarments. He added fine socks and dress shoes of a polished black.<br/><br/>He was turning to speak to Charlotte, attaching buttoned suspenders to the waist of the pants when he heard the knock and Charlotte spoke. He moved to the entryway, and upon seeing who was there, he spoke in a quiet and confident tone.<br/><br/>"Good eve to you Bella, I see that you are here to attend to the suites. You need not do anything in mine, it has already been attended to by my own hand. The study as well, I will prefer that you do not enter that room unless escorted, there is much of my work there, some..." he paused for a moment as he considered his next words, "Some of a more personal nature that I do not wish disturbed. You may, of course, attend to Roxanne, Marie and Charlotte's suites," He turned to smile at Charlotte across the room, "Charlotte is notorious for leaving her bed in a state of disrepair."<br/><br/>His tone was light, his smile genuine. What could have sound like an admonishment was not truly such. He did not mind the carefree and vivacious nature of his youngest dove. Each of the women had their tells, their personalities and quirks that made them unique, and he loved each and every one of them.<br/><br/>"Do not," he said, turning back to Bella, "Work yourself to the bone. Enjoy your labour and you will find true rewards." His voice precise, each word formed and spoken as if they were the only word that would fit in his thought. He moved away from Bella, moving over to the mannequin from earlier in the morning. He began to attach the suspender looking belt to his torso, it would be there, under the shirt he selected and away from prying eyes, when he met his guests this evening. Once it was firmly in place, and a small control box was added to his pants he selected a bone white silk shirt, cuffs of a French design, heavy and stiff. As he dressed he looked to Charlotte.<br/><br/>"I think I will take the a blue cravat tonight dove, something to match your eyes and complement you as we join the others, what do you think." he turned, shirt partially open, the Prussian Blue silk held in his hands as he looked to Charlotte.