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Post by Morphia on Aug 21, 2012 17:24:04 GMT 1
Morphia chuckled. "Just a tad." She said as the Seamstress went about her work, measuring where to take in, and what needed to be adjusted. "Would you mind removing the bustier please?" The woman said, her accent obviously south american.
While they were changing Morphia took a moment to rest. Her body was still exhausted, she was recovering from the birth but waiting for news at all hours was just as exhausting, she hadn't slept more than an hour or two in the week that had gone by. Make up and facial treatments hid that fact, along with her own bold and brash attitude, but she was starting to feel it take a toll on her. She motioned one of her Body Guards- one of the men from Claude's firm- to come forward and hand her a small pill bottle from his jacket pocket. It was a stem to keep her awake. She'd probably crash for an hour or two tonight and then again after the show tomorrow.
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