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Trust me, you do not want wool for this type of dancing. [She knows of Verity from the network, and her grin grows. These pants sound like the perfect option.]

How about a compromise... Wear the pants and I'll wear something similarly 'not an option' hmm?

I rather not. These modern breeches are not comfortable.

Just wear what you wish to wear and I will wear what I want to.

[Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn.]

What if I really want to see you in these pants?

[Too bad she's also stubborn, stubborn, stubborn.]

It's a lady's request. Besides, the place I'm taking you has a dress code. Wool breeches are not on it.

Do you want to see me in those pants or does the place wants me to see in those pants?

Mostly the former. [She wasn't going to lie to him.] They do have a dress code. Though I'm sure you could complain loud enough to get in with wool breeches, but I have a feeling they flatter you. They're just not what you're accustomed to wearing.

I will think of it, my lady.

What will you be wearing? [That is an indecent question.] You do not have to tell me...but mayhaps, when they tell you how to dress...

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Tighter jeans, heels, and a tank top. [A backless tank top without a bra, but she didn't want to give him a heart attack right off the bat. Or scare him away from this evening.] I'd show you, but I'm still deciding which tank top and heels.

Unless you want me to send you a picture right now? [Come on, call her on her bluff. Sheva dares him.]

So the dress code is tight?

[There's a bit of disbelief in his voice.]

Of course, you may share a picture with me. You wish to do that through the device, not?

The dress code is dressy and sexy, for lack of better adjectives.

[She grins at his response, keeping a soft chuckle at bay.] Yes, through the phone. Are you sure? You must promise not to share this with anyone else.

[Doesn't matter if he's sure. Sheva takes a picture of her from the side in a full length mirror, arm strategically over her chest (but there's side breast showing anyways). At least she's wearing dark skinny jeans and some heels?]

I will dress sexy then.

[He understands that sexy means something like 'alluring' and he wonders if this will be something for him.

Breeches aren't entirely 'sexy'.]

My lady, you are not wearing enough clothes.

[After getting that picture the biggest and reddest blush spreads over his face.]

I can't wait to see you.

[Yes that is her grin widening as their conversation continues. Sheva's fairly certain that he'll look quite lovely in those pants.]

I'm not done dressing. I'll be wearing a shirt. [Or most of a shirt, at least.] I'm hoping you'll like it.

[Robb laughs a little at that.]

I am sure it will be a pleasant meeting.

[But what he expects is something horrible and he'll probably end up blushing even more.]

That is good. Where do you want me to wait for you??

That's definitely the goal for the evening. [She can tell he's worried, it's in his voice enough to give her a sense of caution for the evening.] It'll be lovely. Trust me.

I'll text you the address of the place, or you can swing by here and we can walk together?

Mayhaps it will be.

[Or it won't be.]

We could go together, my lady. I would like that.

[Stop being so negative Robb, gosh.]

I would too. I'll send you my address since I've moved. We can walk from there.

[Sorry, Sheva, sorry.]

Aye. I will fetch my best breeches for the occasion.

I will see you there.

The sexy ones. [She gently reminds. Just in case he's forgotten.] Goodbye for now.

[When he arrives, Sheva's ready. It's in her habit to be prompt, and to her that means early. As promised, she's put on a shirt, but it only appears to cover the front and only parts of her back. Her apartment is a third floor walk up, so he might have to put his legs to work a bit. If she can do it in heels, then he can do it in tighter pants.]

Aye. [His leather breeches might be more 'sexier' but he is not going to compromise his balls and wear those tight pants.] Bye, my lady.

[When Robb arrives he is wearing his leather breeches, sturdy boots and a modern, light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He has combed his hair and well, he does look quite 'sexy'. He even left the two buttons on top of his shirt open so she can have a glance at his chest.

The stairs are no problem for him and he will be knocking her door before she knows it.]

Lady Sheva, it is I, Robb.

[When she opens the door, the sight that greets her actually surprises Sheva, in a good way. Her lips part a moment, just slightly.

Until he announces himself, and then her mouth twists in a manner that tells of her trying her best not to laugh. Her eyes give it away though, but there's also quiet appreciation as she glances him over. It'll be vocal appreciation once she chokes down her laughter.]

Yes. I believe you're correct. [She coughs before grinning.] I'm glad you wore the pants. They look very attractive. You look rather attractive.

[Robb is not sure what to make of her response. Would he pass for 'sexy' or not? Should he change his clothes? Turning is no option, it would be rude to ignore a request of a lady.]

No, these are my leather breeches. I rather do not wear those pants.

[The smile around his lips is an apologetic one.]

Heh, I do not have to look modern to be looking good, not?

I'm going to get you in those pants, though. [She points at him, eyebrows raising as she laughs at her error and making a noncommittal noise at his question. Yes he looks good, but she already dumped far too many compliments on him for the short time they've been standing here.] I'd like to see how they look.

[Her head shakes again, bouncing her loose hair about her shoulders as she smiles. She hadn't suggested he was unattractive in the slightest, so she feels zero need to apologize.] Shall we?

Nah, I do not think so. [Robb shakes his head firmly, showing her exactly how stubborn he can be.] They look like breeches, but with buttons where the laces are. It is not a special sight, my lady.

[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]

Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.

Mhm. [Sheva may just be just as stubborn, especially since he's made it a challenge.] Except maybe I think different since I am the one enjoying the view.

[Stepping outside her door, she shuts it and locks it before smoothly tucking the key into a front pocket and taking his arm. There are some courtesies that she enjoys, this is one of them.]

About the place we're going or the types of dances I'll be teaching you? [There's a devious note to her gaze as they walk. Maybe she wants to keep an element of surprise.]

Breeches or pants, it would not change the view. [It is odd to say but he is getting used at women glancing at his crotch. It seems an important part of everything. It could be that in modern times women cared more for the size of a man's cock.]

Both. [He smiles when she looks at him with a mischievous sort of look in her eyes.] I have a hard time imagining how these modern dances are.

[Quite the opposite of the ones he knows of, he is sure about that.]

It's more about the challenge now than the view. [She murmurs softly, leaning against him as they walk down the stairs. The help he provides isn't necessary, but he seems like the type that would enjoy helping out a lady with such things.]

Well, the music will be loud. There will be a bar, a nice selection of seating areas, and a couple of dance floors. The dances will fit the music, and we will be quite close to one another. [And he may still have a hard time with these modern dances, but she kind of expects this as a result.] Think you can handle that?

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