30.Dec.19, 12:48 PM
It was music to her ears. Every little extra test of the fit and every pleased comment and compliment that the man gave her made every little inconvenience she encountered worth it. Who cared that she had to skulk about in the night like some sort of sorry villain when she wanted to bathe? Cazan had made something amazing, and she wasn't the only one to think so. She grinned, flushed with a combination of pride and a few other confusing emotions as she admired her work again. And the rider who wore that work if she was being honest. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all for once she was looking forward to a party just so she could see how everyone else liked the pants too.
Cazan's smile immediately faltered as he asked her for help with removing the pants. T'ryn wasn't wearing any underwear and she was already having trouble with just being exposed to his torso. Not that the pants left much to the imagination with as form fitting as they were. "Ah... I mean... I still have to get this plate down to the kitchen... and oh! Boots! I have those ready for you as well."
They were only a temporary reprieve but she scurried off to where the boots were hiding under her workbench and picked them up to show off. They wouldn't catch nearly as many eyes as the pants would, but they were still well made, polished black with burgundy vamps and matching stitching up the the side seams to tie them in with the pants while still hopefully leaving them suitable for T'ryn's other dress clothes as well. "If you'd prefer an all black pair I can do that after I'm done with your other boots."
That still left her customer trapped in his pants though. The pants that only seemed to accentuate everything about him that Cazan could possibly find attractive when her brain wasn't in working mode. It was a monster of her own making but she still had just enough professionalism in her to keep from running away. Barely. She swallowed nervously and knelt back down to get a good grip on the bottoms of his pants. "Well, let's get you out of these." Maybe if she didn't look up it would be fine, but the nervous anticipation already had her cheeks darkening.
Cazan's smile immediately faltered as he asked her for help with removing the pants. T'ryn wasn't wearing any underwear and she was already having trouble with just being exposed to his torso. Not that the pants left much to the imagination with as form fitting as they were. "Ah... I mean... I still have to get this plate down to the kitchen... and oh! Boots! I have those ready for you as well."
They were only a temporary reprieve but she scurried off to where the boots were hiding under her workbench and picked them up to show off. They wouldn't catch nearly as many eyes as the pants would, but they were still well made, polished black with burgundy vamps and matching stitching up the the side seams to tie them in with the pants while still hopefully leaving them suitable for T'ryn's other dress clothes as well. "If you'd prefer an all black pair I can do that after I'm done with your other boots."
That still left her customer trapped in his pants though. The pants that only seemed to accentuate everything about him that Cazan could possibly find attractive when her brain wasn't in working mode. It was a monster of her own making but she still had just enough professionalism in her to keep from running away. Barely. She swallowed nervously and knelt back down to get a good grip on the bottoms of his pants. "Well, let's get you out of these." Maybe if she didn't look up it would be fine, but the nervous anticipation already had her cheeks darkening.