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[Erica's not sure what it is about today that makes her want to put in the extra effort, dress up a little more, like she has something to prove again. It's reminiscent of how she felt after the bite, but as the day wears on it grows more intense. The video starts, as if set off unintentionally (even though it wasn't an accident) showing her sitting at her vanity, touching up her makeup.

She's obviously been having a little fun with the closet, strips of colors and patterns visible on the bed behind her, as if she'd been trying to find the perfect outfit for today. She's humming to herself, a tune that might be familiar to some - "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story. She moves the foundation brush slowly over her face, sliding it down her neck until moves over her chest, paying extra attention to applying an even layer. She takes her time with it, making sure to not miss a spot. The action might draw attention to her current wardrobe choice, currently a very shapely purple corset with dark jeans.

The corset shifts a little as she puts down the brush, opting for the lighter lip gloss over the lip stick sitting next to it. She continues to hum as she pouts her lips for the application, smiling at herself when she finishes. Primping her hair, she adjusts the corset again, a small frown forming on her lips. She bends down to slip on a pair of black heels before rising from the seat. Erica moves half out of view, her voice light.]

Hmmm... I think this could be a little tighter...

[There's the distinct sound of a pop as she unfastens the top closure of the corset, followed by another as she turns her back to the feed. Her long blonde curls obscuring most of the back of the top from view as she continues to remove it.

Isaac wasn't doing much when the network draws his attention to Erica and for a while, he quietly watches her do her make up, finding it oddly fascinating. But then she starts undoing her top and Isaac can't help but panic -- she obviously doesn't know that she's being recorded. Isaac moves faster than he was aware he even could. He shoves the door connecting their rooms open, nearly ripping it off the hinges.

All that can be seen and heard on the network is a loud bang, a startled yell, and then something that sounds an awful lot like Isaac shrieking "Erica, no!" Oh and then look, Wonderland, a certain curly haired teenager is in frame just long enough before he promptly shuts it off.]

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Have you ever tried one that laces? With a partner to help you can get it considerably tighter. [A wry smile.] Modern conveniences don't always improve things.

[Why, hello there... Maybe this guy won't blow her off like Isaac.

She adjusts her hair slightly before responding, a smile on her face.]

I have a black one that laces, although without that helping set of strong hands, it can be difficult to get on.

[Her fun with the closet had gifted her with a very nice, traditional, black corset. She'd toyed with wearing that but, as he'd pointed out, it tends to be a team effort.

She should really be keeping herself in check, but after Isaac had left her extremely frustrated, only fueling her craving for attention more.]

Tell me something, how are your hands?

[He offers an inviting smile and answers with one word.]

Adept.

[She gives a small sound of approval, the combination of the smile and the word leave her mind wandering to other things he could do with those hands.

She bites her lip as she toys with a blonde curl, debating how to respond. Deciding to throw caution to the wind and give in to her curiosity, she adjusts slightly, leaning forward.]

Do you think you'd be able to lace me up? I'd owe you.

I'd be happy to do such a favour for a lady; you'd owe me nothing. [Though if she'd like him to stay afterwards, he wouldn't turn her down...] Where can I find you?

[She can't help but smile, ready to tell him where to go when she remembers just how quickly Isaac had burst into her room. She's not eager for a repeat, sure he's on high alert after the video.]

It might be easier if I come to you. I can't really guarantee privacy.

[If the little burst in on her video wasn't demonstration enough...]

[He steps out of his bedroom into the common room. Athos and Porthos aren't around. Haven't been all day. He gives her the location of his room.]

Just knock.

Will do.

[She quickly ends the feed, grabbing the black corset off her bed. She rechecks her appearance in the mirror before starting out of her room, cautiously checking the hallway before quickly making her way down the two floors to his room.

Taking a breath, she can't help but smile, excitement bubbling beneath her calm exterior. This was something for her - something away from the people from her world. She was finally starting to feel like her old self and it was exhilarating.

She gives the door three short knocks and waits.]

[He opens the door, smiling when he sees her, and invites her in. They're standing in the expansive living room of a multi-room apartment, but his roommates are not there. He grabs a bottle of wine and two glasses and invites to his room.]

You can change in here. [He gestures to the door.] Would you like me to wait outside?

[The room is nice, the set-up interesting - very different from the arrangement with the people from her world. They have the game room and her room is still connected to Isaac's but it wasn't as nice as this.

She watches him, her own heart racing a little, her fingers tracing over the boning of the corset. She eyes the door before looking back at him, a smirk playing on her lips. She wanted this, wanted his undivided attention - what better way than to continue what Isaac had interrupted...]

Whatever you want - I'm not picky.

[Obviously, if her earlier show was any indication. She knows she looks good, curves in all the right places. She also knows how to use them - she's always been a quick study. She opens the door, keeping her back to it as she slowly starts loosening the laces of the black corset, lightly humming as she continues. She then puts down the loosened corset and starts unhooking the purple top, her hands steady - taking her time before letting it fall to the floor.]

[He leaned in the doorway, watching her for a moment, waiting for her to require his help with the laces.]

Have you worn a laced corset before?

[She smiles a little to herself, bending down to pick up the black corset. She slips it over her head, holding the loose corset in place with a hand clutched to her chest as she moves her hair out of the way. She hears his question before turning to him, resting her other hand on her hip.]

Once, but it wasn't this nice.

[He walks over, taking her hands and placing them on her abdomen, one at a time.]

Hold it there.

[He steps behind her and gives the laces an experimental tug.] How tight do you want it?

[She purses her lips, the corners turning up slightly into a smirk as he moves her hands.

She does as she's told, holding it in place as he gives it a tug, earning a small breathy sound in response.]

Tight enough that it won't go anywhere but not so tight that I can't breathe.

Mmm. It's a fine line, but I'll try to walk it.

[He tugs them tight, one at a time.]

What made you want to try this?

[Wow um.

Wow.]

...Good thing your friend caught you. That much beauty has gotta be illegal in this state.

[Well... Hey there, handsome.

She immediately perks up, her frustration from Isaac easing slightly. She responds with a smile, leaning ever so slightly into the device.]

You're too kind.

[There's a glimmer of something in her eyes as she bites her lip. Almost as if she's debating something. Her need for attention - appreciation of her looks - wins over, finally asking the question that's been sitting on the tip of her tongue.]

Tell me something. Do you like the purple or should I switch to red?

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Purple.

[The answer is instantaneous] It's a royal color dontcha know.

[She can't help but let out a small laugh at how quickly the answer comes.]

I did... I will keep the purple - I take it you're a fan of the color?

[ When Isaac turns to face her, stormy blue eyes drag down her form before he forces them back up to her face. ]

You do realise you almost flashed the entirety of Wonderland?

[ Do you realise how many creeps he's gonna have to beat away now? He finds his attention sliding back down her body, so he looks back to her device. When he speaks again, he doesn't look at her right away. ]

Are you okay?

[ He wants to ask what's with the getup, but refrains, because it's not his business and he knows it. Even if they are pack. ]

[She hadn't been planning on Isaac bursting into her room, quickly re-hooking the top two closures of the corset before turning to face him. She wasn't sure how far she'd have been willing to take her little show, but she's fairly certain she's made her point about her attractiveness to Wonderland.

She feigns surprise at the first question, not needing a lecture from him about it. The surprise becomes genuine as she watches his eyes drift back again, the action causing a small blush in her cheeks. She'd expected it the first time, her outfit specifically chosen to get attention, but the second look confirms just how successful it is as a choice.

She offers him a small smile, her hands resting on her hips.]

Yeah, I'm fine. That was quite a shock. Good thing you caught it, who knows what could have happened...

[She quirks her lips a little, offering a small shrug. She hadn't planned on taking it much further, just enough to get the attention she craves.]

Right... [ He doesn't sound very sure, for someone who might have accidentally flashed the network, she seems pretty calm. He breathes in through his nose, only to regret it, she smells as good as she looks, and he really knows he should go back to minding his own damn business and sketching more of the suit designs for Tony. Or maybe he'd take a break and draw Allison again.

Ice blue eyes lock onto her darker eyes, trying to decide what she's thinking. ]

Y-You sure you're okay?

[ He's been feeling weird too, so he wouldn't be surprised if she was as well. Probably an event... Definitely an event. Something is urging him to step closer into her bubble but he ignores it and instead brings an arm up to scratch at his opposite shoulder. ]

[She watches him, watches the uncertainty. She hadn't put much effort into her faking it. There was no increase in her heart rate, though the slight flush to her cheeks is genuine.

She meets that gaze, those incredible blue eyes - and there's that question again.

She doesn't fight the urge, stepping forward without looking away. She fans herself a little, resisting the urge to smirk.]

I have been feeling a little weird - warmer than usual. Maybe I'm sick - I could have a fever.

[She takes the arm that he used to scratch his shoulder, placing his hand on her neck, tilting her head slightly to accommodate. She bites her lip, forming a small pout. She needed to hold his attention, keep it focused - it was so important to her and she didn't know why. Nothing made sense right now, but she doesn't care, instead letting out a small sigh.]

See? I'm so warm.

[He'd seen the young lady out and about over the mansion grounds. Something about her draws him to her. He follows her on swift, silent - or so he thinks - boots, watching the way she walks and almost shaking his head. She's obviously trying to draw attention - he'd been snared - but she's not going to draw the right kind with that... well, he knows what a corset is and has removed more than one in his time.

The black corset does her no favors. It washes her out in a way that he finds unsettling and reminds him, vaguely, of a woman of rather ill repute. Something he doubts she is - he's seen younger, even if he's never tried them.

she should be married and looking to entertain herself, not... doing whatever it is she thinks she's doing.]

[Taking her new look for a spin around the garden before returning to her room, it's not long before she realizes she's being followed, her heightened senses easily picking up on him. She plays it off as though she doesn't notice him, adding a little extra swing to her hips as she toys with a strand of hair.

Stopping by one of the rose bushes, she toys with the petals for a moment before turning around, her voice confident with a hint of playfulness.]

Don't be shy. I don't bite. [Hard... She doesn't say it, but the thought makes her smile.]

[Porthos' eyebrows rise at the soft taunt. She talks like a lady of ill repute as well. Her age, however... that bothers him. No one that young should be doing such things. They should be worried about their wedding and then sneaking around behind too old husbands' backs.

Let's be honest where Porthos usually gets his female attention from.

He essays a quite courtly bow.]

It has always been my experience that a lady's tongue is sharper than her teeth.

[Resting her hands on her hips, she can't help but smirk at the bow. It's impressive and judging by his dress, he's from the same era as Aramis... Interesting.

She lets out a laugh at his words, not disagreeing in the slightest. She knows she's capable of bringing someone down with her words, having done this before. Although, she's not sure if anything is truly sharper than her teeth at times.]

Is that something you run into frequently?

[If he knew she knew Aramis, he'd go punch his friend now and just leave it at that. But he doesn't so, Porthos stays where he is, his eyebrows rising at her forwardness. Aramis had said that the modern ladies knew who and what they wanted and were not shy about asking for it.

It still bothers Porthos slightly. Old enough to be wed, but he's not sure she's old enough - or wise enough - to be playing bantering games. In his time, ladies grew up sniping at one another from behind fans. Did they still do so in the modern age?]

To my great regret, my Lady.

Careful, sweetie. You might attract the wrong kind of attention with that little display.

[This coming from the woman who would lavish any kind of attention at the moment.]

[She fights the urge to tell her that any attention right now is good attention, because it is for her. She's pulled a stunt like this before, making a little scene to get heads to turn and pull people in and so far, it's worked like a charm.

The response is late, her corset color having changed from purple to black. She smiles at Bela, tilting her head a little.]

I'll keep that in mind, but I think I can handle myself.

[It's not the smartest choice, especially with the types of supernatural creatures in Wonderland, but in her mind, the video was harmless.

Leaning back in the chair, she moves her hair a little to show more of the corset - her superficial craving winning out.]

What do you think of the black? I think I like it more than the purple - it fits a little better, at least.

[Such confidence in one so young. Bela didn't have it when she was that age and it had taken her some time to built it up.]

I've no doubt that you can, Erica.

[She just didn't want anything bad to happen to her.]

The black is lovely and I think it suits you more than the purple one does. [Bela liked darker colours and soft fabrics; accompanied with a leather coat or jacket.]

It's fun to experiment with the closets and see what outfits you can put together. I just don't display it to everyone.

[She listens, smiling at the choice. She also liked the black. She doesn't linger on the previous comment - not wanting to kill her euphoria from all the attention.

She does pause at the display comment, the smile turning to a smirk. She knows the woman isn't a fool - there's no point in trying to lie to her, but it's worth a shot.]

Would you believe if I said it was an accident? These communicators are so tricky sometimes...

[Bela sees that smirk and smiles to herself, wondering what Erica was going to say to her in reply.]

Not really, no. But nice try. I think you knew what you were doing when this video was broadcast.

[She gives a casual shrug with an arched eyebrow. There was no need to make any sort of a fuss over it - put on a big show in an attempt to deny it.]

It worked, didn't it?

[She was getting the attention she wanted - she was going to call it a success.]

It worked quite well, given the responses you've had.

[If the opportunity arose, Bela would probably do the same thing as Erica. Aside from using the network.]

Does having all this attention make you feel better?

[She smiles at that, only faltering slightly at the question. It did in a way, validating her. The attention worked both ways though, driving her to crave more, think of new ways to grab the attention - get people to notice her.]

Who said I needed the attention to feel better?

[She did, but that wasn't the point.]

No one did.

[Perfectly innocent question as far as Bela was concerned. Maybe she wanted to provoke a reaction out of Erica, just to see what it would be.]

I'm only curious.

Erica, you look beautiful. [ way to block the view with your big head, Isaac. ] What's the occasion?

[ Screw you, Daehler. Go mouthbreathe on Black Widow or something. ]

[ save some eye candy for the rest of us, Lahey. ]

Thanks.

[She dips her head slightly at his words. She shouldn't respond... and yet. This is exactly want she wants, what she needs - to hear those words, get her validation, superficial as it may be.]

No occasion, I just felt like dolling myself up. What do you think of the purple? I was torn between this and a red one.

[She leans back a little so more of the corset comes into view, running a finger down the boning along the side with a smirk.]

[ that makes two of them. he has some self-preservation and were he in the right stare of mind, every bit of it would say: don't mess with Erica. but he isn't messing with her, he's talking to her, something the others probably believe is one and the same. he very pointedly doesn't give a shit what they think. except that this event is changing that, making him want more than anything to be somebody. ]

It would be a waste not to show an outfit like that off. [ he has to give her that. ] You could pull off either color but I prefer the purple. You were right to trust your instincts.

[Her eyebrows arch a little, the smirk turning to a ever so slightly mischievous smile.]

Thanks - I like it, just wish it was a little tighter.

[She gives a small laugh, leaning forward again.]

If only there was somewhere in Wonderland I could go to show it off on purpose. I could use a little fun.

[Yup... She's still gonna pretend that the video was an accident - whether or not it's true.]

[ if it gets any tighter, she's going to spill out of it. she'd get all the attention she's craving and then some in response to an act like that. he chooses to do nothing; not to caution her against it but neither does he urge her to go for it. ]

If I knew of any underground raves, I'd pay your way through the door myself. [ but he doesn't. he's had his ear to the ground with no such luck. ] As is I've only heard of the one bar that's around here somewhere and I have no idea what's in store once you find it and walk in.

What a gentleman.

[She'd enjoyed the rave until dealing with Jackson's kanima form, wished there'd been a chance for her to go without a mission.]

I've been to that bar, Isaac's pretty close with the woman that runs it.

[She still isn't really sure how she feels about Ellen. The woman knew a lot and that made her uneasy. She knows she'd be safe going there, but would probably get the 4th degree about her choices of clothing. The woman seemed to enjoy taking care of people from what she'd seen, having cooked for them and reached out to her during her initial video to the network. It wasn't a mess she wanted to make - not worth the trouble.]

It is a gorgeous day outside - one I'd hate to waste. I might slip into something else and grab a blanket - relax in the grass... enjoy the sun.

[She smiles, toying with a strand of hair. She liked the idea, slipping into a bikini and working on her tan seeming like a good way to get the attention she wants in a different and new way.]

You're more than welcome to join me.

Does he know everyone? [ not jealous of all the friends his childhood buddy has made so much as he's annoyed that he can't go anywhere or do anything without that name cropping up, forcing its way in. he tries very had to keep his distance from the name Lahey but Isaac hasn't wronged him. he'd been a child then too, and probably never knew Matt made it over.

but that train of thought goes away when she mentions a day in the sun relaxing, alluding to a picnic or maybe sun tanning herself. he lingers on the latter for obvious reasons. ]

Should I bring my own bikini? [ he jokes, trying to make her laugh. he doesn't go outside as much as he should and keeping her company isn't the worst thing, is it? ] If you want my company, I'm not going to turn you down.

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