[ my, but he's an eager one, isn't he? she couldn't even fully bask in his compliment (layered on thick as it is), and for a moment manuela is struck by the sudden — well, it's not so much a shift in tone as it is a fast-forwarding, isn't it? a metaphorical foot to the pedal, and so she sort of just stands there, arms laden with her things, for a bewildered handful of seconds before she seems to remember herself. ]
R-ight, yes.
[ her movements are still a little slow as she works on catching up with his energy. the dress is set down on a nearby vanity, so she can bend down and switch out her strappy heels for another, far more rattan-flavored pair. ]
Get my zipper, won't you?
[ she straightens up and turns her back towards him, gesturing behind her at the zipper of her dress that runs from the middle of her back to a little under her hip. makeup is next, yes, but she does still need to get into her own costume... ]
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R-ight, yes.
[ her movements are still a little slow as she works on catching up with his energy. the dress is set down on a nearby vanity, so she can bend down and switch out her strappy heels for another, far more rattan-flavored pair. ]
Get my zipper, won't you?
[ she straightens up and turns her back towards him, gesturing behind her at the zipper of her dress that runs from the middle of her back to a little under her hip. makeup is next, yes, but she does still need to get into her own costume... ]