( billy would never claim to be vain about the clothes he wears. sure, he likes to present himself well. he has a certain image to maintain, so he likes his tailored suits and his well-made clothing. but he doesn't simply go for brand names or expensive items to flaunt his affluence. they have to be comfortable. practical. he does indulge himself though. growing up the way he had, he considers it's only right for him to treat himself now that he can.
with the start of a new business, billy can only count on it providing him with more revenue than what the government has provided him, especially with two subs under his care. money means security. it always has. he hasn't been taking advantage of his finances here as much as he could though. it didn't feel right. vein will be different, however. his income there will be earned, not given.
but if he is going to be perfectly honest, he never had much need for cash outside of meeting basic needs, forming useful connections, and donating to the occasional charity. whether it was back home in new york or here in this city, it hasn't changed.
after meeting vanessa, he offered to help her settle into the city. he does like shopping, especially with an engaging companion. bill has always been a social creature. he likes to meet and talk to people. it not only relaxes him but it also allows him to befriend quite a number of remarkable and useful individuals. in this particular case though, he just happens to like vanessa. she has a certain allure to her that he hasn't seen in any other women he has met so far. it's... compelling. )
What about this? ( he holds up a dark green, long-sleeved dress for her to survey. ) It's slim fitting, but comfortable. Warm enough to wear in the cold with an outer coat, but not too hot to wear during the summer.
( rosie, who is under bill's supervision today, seems to agree with his statement, giving an enthusiastic bark. ) I think she wants you to try it on, Van.
[ She'd been surprised, albeit pleasantly so, when he'd extended the offer to help her procure some clothing. In the wake of Dorian's funds being frozen, Vanessa had nearly anticipated that more than one of those designated as dominant would be negatively affected, but Mr. Russo had assured her several times over that it was well within his ability to provide for her. Of course, at present, she has no concrete means of paying him back, nor the finances to easily reimburse him, although she's planning on doing so at the first available opportunity.
Some of the shops boast clothes that she would never be comfortable donning, but after a brief stroll through the market in the Up, small dog in tow, they'd stumbled upon a shop boasting wares that seemed to suit her tastes much better. She's made up her mind to try each garment on before letting him purchase it, out of the desire to avoid the need for any returns if something is ill-fitting, and right now they're slowly proceeding down the racks of clothing.
She can't resist lifting her hand to idly trail fingertips across the varying fabrics, noting the contrast in how each material feels to the touch and picturing it against her skin rather than with a long petticoat slip serving as a barrier in between. Undergarments have also gotten significantly smaller over the years, as she'd noted upon viewing a certain display with a mixture of fascination and bemusement. Apparently, she's meant to be fitted properly for a brassiere later.
The other dresses she's selected are currently draped over her forearm, though one of the salespeople repeatedly appears to take each new set and hang them up in the fitting room for her to try on, and Vanessa gives the dress Bill's holding out a brief perusal before reaching out to clasp fingers around the hanger, adding it to the others. ]
I can't even recall the last time I had cause to wear green, Mr. Russo. [ And the smirk is evident in her eyes, if not her mouth, at that delivery of her name. ] But I seem to be outvoted at the moment.
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with the start of a new business, billy can only count on it providing him with more revenue than what the government has provided him, especially with two subs under his care. money means security. it always has. he hasn't been taking advantage of his finances here as much as he could though. it didn't feel right. vein will be different, however. his income there will be earned, not given.
but if he is going to be perfectly honest, he never had much need for cash outside of meeting basic needs, forming useful connections, and donating to the occasional charity. whether it was back home in new york or here in this city, it hasn't changed.
after meeting vanessa, he offered to help her settle into the city. he does like shopping, especially with an engaging companion. bill has always been a social creature. he likes to meet and talk to people. it not only relaxes him but it also allows him to befriend quite a number of remarkable and useful individuals. in this particular case though, he just happens to like vanessa. she has a certain allure to her that he hasn't seen in any other women he has met so far. it's... compelling. )
What about this? ( he holds up a dark green, long-sleeved dress for her to survey. ) It's slim fitting, but comfortable. Warm enough to wear in the cold with an outer coat, but not too hot to wear during the summer.
( rosie, who is under bill's supervision today, seems to agree with his statement, giving an enthusiastic bark. ) I think she wants you to try it on, Van.
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Some of the shops boast clothes that she would never be comfortable donning, but after a brief stroll through the market in the Up, small dog in tow, they'd stumbled upon a shop boasting wares that seemed to suit her tastes much better. She's made up her mind to try each garment on before letting him purchase it, out of the desire to avoid the need for any returns if something is ill-fitting, and right now they're slowly proceeding down the racks of clothing.
She can't resist lifting her hand to idly trail fingertips across the varying fabrics, noting the contrast in how each material feels to the touch and picturing it against her skin rather than with a long petticoat slip serving as a barrier in between. Undergarments have also gotten significantly smaller over the years, as she'd noted upon viewing a certain display with a mixture of fascination and bemusement. Apparently, she's meant to be fitted properly for a brassiere later.
The other dresses she's selected are currently draped over her forearm, though one of the salespeople repeatedly appears to take each new set and hang them up in the fitting room for her to try on, and Vanessa gives the dress Bill's holding out a brief perusal before reaching out to clasp fingers around the hanger, adding it to the others. ]
I can't even recall the last time I had cause to wear green, Mr. Russo. [ And the smirk is evident in her eyes, if not her mouth, at that delivery of her name. ] But I seem to be outvoted at the moment.