artwork by menchimenagerie
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Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.
This story and commission were a gift to The Jaded Entity, and follows a story he wrote about Millie and Evie. Unfortunately, I was unable to get his permission to share the story or art for his portion of the exchange, and so sadly their story ends here.
Evie and Millie were relaxing in the garden of the little cottage Evie had rented for the weekend. Both had enjoyed a decadent lie-in after being up entirely too late the night before, and a simple breakfast on the patio had led directly into lounging in the midday sun.
“I think I could just lie here and bask in the sun all day,” Millie purred.
“An appropriate desire for an adorable kitten, no doubt…” Evie replied without opening her eyes. “But we have big plans for the evening, and an appointment to keep before then…so it’s about time we stop lazing about, and get ourselves cleaned up and dressed.”
“Oh??” Mille inquired, perking up. “What do you have planned for us?”
“We are going out for a nice evening at the home of a friend. He is the ambassador to Varala, and he’s hosting a formal event. He told me to bring a ‘plus-one,’ and I chose you, sweetie.”
“A formal event? With an ambassador?” Millie’s eyes were alive with excitement. “I’ve been to a governor’s ball before, but I’ve never met an ambassador.”
Millie suddenly looked thoughtful. “But I don’t have anything packed to wear to a formal event.”
“You leave that to me,” Evie replied, giving the pretty brunette a wink. “That’s the appointment we have to keep. You’ll need an exquisite full-length gown to wear, so I’m going to take you to Mistress Laressa’s. She’s already been working on a gown that she and I designed especially for you. My treat, of course.”
“Evie, I don’t know what to say…” Millie looked like she wanted to cry and scream with excitement all at the same time. “I’m not sure I deserve something like this..especially after…”
“Sweetie, it makes me happy to spoil you a little. And after that incredible evening you boldly arranged for me? I felt as though I needed a way to express my happiness and gratitude.”
When they arrived at Laressa’s shop, the proprietress escorted them directly back to the private fitting area. “Millie,” she said as she drew back the curtain and gestured toward the plush seating, “this dress might be one of my favorites. Evie came up with a delightful idea and it was a wonderful challenge for me.”
Evie grinned proudly and made herself comfortable in an armchair where she would have a good view of the fitting area. “Only the best for our lovely Millie.”
“What about you, Evie? Are you getting a new dress, too?” Millie asked.
“Mine is that gorgeous blue one on the mannequin over there. Laressa will help me into it when you’re done. It fits so snugly she practically has to sew me into it.” She gave Laressa a wink.
“Oooh!” Millie gasped. “It is gorgeous. And that mannequin…it’s like it has your exact proportions, Evie!”
“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right..it is as if it was moulded over me,” Evie replied. She shot a sly grin toward Laressa, who smirked and winked back.
Soon Laressa emerged from her back room carrying a dress made of a lavender gossamer fabric. It had a subtle sheen to it that seemed to shimmer as it moved in the light.
“All right, Millie,” she called out. “I’ll need you to disrobe for the fitting.”
Millie blushed. “Of course.” She looked around nervously, realizing that Laressa and Evie would both be watching her. She saw Evie cross her legs and sit back into the armchair.
The nervous look on Millie’s face was accompanied by the slightest grin as she removed her sweater and skirt. She placed one foot up on the fitting platform and rolled her striped stockings down. When finished, she stood to face Laressa and clasped her hands demurely before her.
“You’ll need to remove your camisole, dear,” Laressa said softly. “The gown is backless.”
“Oh…oh…ok,” Millie stammered. She slipped it from her shoulders and held one forearm over her bare breasts.
“Panties, too. The dress is a very snug fit and we don’t want panty lines, do we?”
Millie gasped. “I’ll wear it without any underwear?”
“Well of course, dear! I won’t allow anything to come between you and one of my dresses.”
“You’ll love how the silk feels on your bare skin,” Evie offered. “Especially in certain spots.”
Millie’s jaw dropped and she turned a bright red.
Evie just grinned. She was taking a special satisfaction from watching Millie squirm. ‘Just returning the favor, sweetie,’ she thought to herself.
Laressa slipped the dress over Millie’s head and helped her slide her arms into the long sleeves. While Millie stood there practically trembling, Laressa slid the gown down her sides, over her hips, and let the fabric drape around her legs.
“Wowwww!” Evie cried out and clasped one hand against her chest. “You look stunning!”
Millie flashed her a proud grin and looked down at the dress. She could see how the fabric tucked in at all the right places, and stretched to hug all the other places. She stroked her hands down her sides, the sleek feel of the fabric grazing her skin as it shifted under her touch.
She glanced over her shoulder at the open back of the dress, the back neckline plunging almost to the base of her spine. It seemed quite daring to be worn to a fancy event.
She could just see her toes poking out from beneath the hem. Then the slit up the side caught her eye, and she followed it upward from her bare ankle to her bare calf, her bare thigh, and…just how high did this slit go???
Millie realized that she could just glimpse the curve of her lower cheek below where the fabric came back together at her hip. When she walked, surely her rear would peek out. And without underwear??
She looked up at Evie and Laressa again. Surely they didn’t mean for her to show so much skin? The two of them were silent, simply staring at her admiringly.
“But…my rear is half exposed!” Millie hissed at Evie.
“Yes…and it’s a lovely rear, too.”
“Millie.” said Evie. “Don’t be silly. You’ve got a lovely figure and Laressa’s dress shows it off tastefully–and tantalizingly–at the same time. Trust me, there will be other women there tonight much more exposed, and much less tastefully. You will look confident, elegant and refined.”
Millie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ok…I’m trusting you…”
Laressa had been moving gracefully around her, making tiny adjustments as she went. The silken fabric seemed to respond to her fingertips and re-fit itself.
“Evie, your idea for the long sleeves was inspired,” Laressa said. “You can see how they accentuate Millie’s delicate shoulders and pull the underbust area inward.”
“I do see that,” Evie said in a tone that suggested she was appreciating the effect.
“Let’s make sure the front looks good when you pull your arms back, too, Millie. Can you reach behind you with both hands, please?”
“What are the laces on the sleeves for?” Millie asked as she complied. What looked like shoelaces extended from the wristlines of the dress, and eyelets ran along the outer sleeve.
“Ahhh, this is a special feature that was Evie’s idea,” Laressa said. “Let me show you.”
Laressa drew Millie’s wrists together and rapidly began threading the laces through the eyelets–criss crossing from one arm to the other, working her way up to Millie’s elbows.
“Wait…what…what is this?” Millie asked.
“This is my favorite part!” Evie called out. “Laressa thought so, too!”
Millie’s initial confusion gave way to understanding, and then acceptance that Evie had played her well. “Evie! I should have known there was a catch to this gift.”
“You’re going to look so lovely on my arm tonight…and all eyes will be on you when I lead you into the party.”
“What?? I’m going to walk in like this?”
“Why of course, sweetie! You’re MY plus one…I have to make sure everyone knows it!”