Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 21, 2007 18:46:35 GMT -5
The youth stared at himself in the mirror as he felt the corset that went over his current outfit tightening almost to an extent that he could hardly breathe by the maid behind him. It wasn't anything new, he had just become comfortable in slighty loser clothing after wearing a normal mans attire, and this was just such a sudden change. Ah well, beauty was pain, right?
The dress this male donned was a complete black, the collar quite high compared to those woman wore lately. Though, it was sleeveless, instead a transparent black lace acting as the sleeves and covering his finers like a glove. The bottom wasn't floor sweeping, oh no. Instead, it fell down to about his knees in a poof, a cover of diamonds shining the the material in a flashy way. The rest of his legs were uncovered, revealing his milkly white skin that wasn't often shown to the world, then his feet bearing a pair of black heels that he loved to walk around it oh-so much. They went click each time he took a step, amusing him to no end.
White powder had been applied to his face to make him seem even more flawless, and a deep red, almost blood red, lip pencil had been used to color his lips.
Alary could quite easily be mistaken for a woman, just... a very flat chested one.
After approving of his appearance, he left his room and stepped into the Third Floor corridor with the intentions of heading down for a bite to eat. It had been a little bit since he last ate, after all.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The dress this male donned was a complete black, the collar quite high compared to those woman wore lately. Though, it was sleeveless, instead a transparent black lace acting as the sleeves and covering his finers like a glove. The bottom wasn't floor sweeping, oh no. Instead, it fell down to about his knees in a poof, a cover of diamonds shining the the material in a flashy way. The rest of his legs were uncovered, revealing his milkly white skin that wasn't often shown to the world, then his feet bearing a pair of black heels that he loved to walk around it oh-so much. They went click each time he took a step, amusing him to no end.
White powder had been applied to his face to make him seem even more flawless, and a deep red, almost blood red, lip pencil had been used to color his lips.
Alary could quite easily be mistaken for a woman, just... a very flat chested one.
After approving of his appearance, he left his room and stepped into the Third Floor corridor with the intentions of heading down for a bite to eat. It had been a little bit since he last ate, after all.
Click.
Click.
Click.