<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 112</span></span></div><br/>Kleris pushed his buttons, and Carson’s noncommittal dismissal worried him a little.  Upon walking to the gates after lunch, however, he was gratified to see him standing there anyway, ready to go.<br/><br/>“I’d be glad to let you have a look, if you think it’s not too advanced,” Kleris teased, but smiled, not wanting to push Carson too far since he was good enough to join the shopping trip.  They were both surprised when others complimented them as a couple, and were only able to grunt in reply to the mistaken assumptions, not wanting to rudely protest too much.<br/><br/>On the skycab, however, with the pilot intently navigating the bridges, towers, and surprisingly busy traffic, Kleris couldn’t help but give Carson that handsy tease, expecting him to shoo him away.  No protest came, however, and Kleris was quizzical as the tease continued unabated to completion!  Figuring Carson was just needing that and open to it, Kleris wasn’t sure of what to make of his unresponsiveness.  Nevertheless, the ride was over soon enough and they gave a few silver to the driver.<br/><br/>Hellian was polite enough as a busy artisan-owner, and having the money up-front was enough to get a fitting right there, fortunately.  The measurements took a few minutes, and then a few more minutes of sketching and gathering raw materials of silk, ribbon, lace, and glamerweave.  The actual production took mere seconds as the materials cut themselves to shape, floated together like a wire model, and attached to each other without a stitch—beyond what was fashionably necessary of course.<br/><br/>The backhanded compliments from both Carson and Hellian raised Kleris’ eyebrow, but he just poked him gently.  “Well you don’t have to see me in it if you don’t want to, then!” not sure if that came out as a double-entendre.  Stripping down to stand on a little platform, surrounded by mirrors, and slipping the dress over, it was able to tighten and bind its various corsetry and fasteners automatically!  Everywhere he looked, he could see how the material shone, shimmered, or glowed, and each turn and swish made hems and ribbons dance and float just right.  Very satisfied, and happy to talk Hellian into such a generous discount as well, he got dressed back into uniform and the dress back into a protective box, ready to work.  It took the rest of the afternoon, keeping the two of them busy with a loop of maintaining spells to gather, prepare, and process materials, but at least their specialized skills were being equally repaid.  “And don’t you worry, you’ll get paid too,” he reassured Carson.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Clebdecher glamerweave normally being 500 gp + 2*base outfit cost, a discounted courtier’s outfit comes to 280 gp</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 114, Night</span></span></div><br/>To make up for his extravagant purchase, even with a wholesale discount, Kleris put his effort into working hard in the evenings, really flirting for those tips.  He was exhausted and happy to just sleep in his own bed that night.  Perhaps the dating had gone to his head because he was even having an erotic dream, so real it was becoming a wet dream.  A pleasant weight on his ass, pushing inside, grinding.  Half-awake, confused and aroused, Kleris opened his eyes and looked back to be struck by déjà vu.  There, on top, was a face he’d seen many times before, and it took several moments of mental groping to find any reason why.  It was like dreaming of building a horse-cart with a former teacher, expect this was a wet dream that had for some reason taken the image of a long former, former-teacher, one he’d never even studied under, besides seeing his portrait every day.  Too confused by the seemingly lucid wet dream, Kleris just quietly tried to enjoy it while it lasted.