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I think you'd like Lotus Pier. It's built on the lakes, far enough south that it's always warm.

[He realizes immediately he's not going to do the scenery justice. Besides, while it is very pretty, and Angel will absolutely fit in with the water gardens and carved columns and pagodas, that's not the only reason. He's not afraid to share slightly untoward thoughts with Angel.]

And I'm banned from ever setting foot there. I like to think it gives Jiang Cheng hives every time I pull it up in the enclosure.

[That gets an amused snicker.]

Sounds perfect then~
We'll leave your mark on every inch of that place.

It... might be easier to do the clothes in the enclosure, too?

[The wardrobe is accommodating, but while he's found a few things for himself in there, he's not sure it's up to something as specific as formal clothes for Angel's proportion from his own time and place.]

Your hair's too short for a traditional style, though. I could make it work, but, I know you have wigs?

[For someone whose personal style is broadly bland and shapeless, he's jumping right into the dress-up part of the plan.]

I didn' think a that. That makes sense.

[It'll make things easier for both of them.]

Every shade and style~ What do ya wanna see me in?

[He threw a party in the enclosure once, and got a look at all the logistics it would let you cheat your way around.]

I don't know how to do anything really fancy, but I used to help my sister with hers. So I can put ornaments in for you if it's longer than... your shoulders, at least?

[He's not really experienced enough to think about texture.]

Heh~ I'll hafta do my makeup special ta match.

I got a few that should work. Somethin' dark like yours?

It'll stand out more. I think we could match your fur with a very white jade.

[And if a real stone with the proper tone would be tricky to find, well, the enclosure lets him cheat at that, too.]

Gonna make me pretty?
You better, I wanna bring my camera.

Nothing could stop you being pretty.

[It's a reflex. Not that he'd help it if he could.]

But I don't think I'll tell you the rest. You can be surprised.

Heh, I can think of a video or two that might change your tune.

[Not that he wants to. Those compliments make his day.]

Can't wait, my Fantasmino~

I'll look forward to it, Sunrise.

[He'll practically vibrate, is what he'll do, and whatever time Angel gives him, he'll be there very promptly indeed. And dressed up himself already, since he wants to focus the preparations on Angel, and does own one decent set of robes. He's a little self conscious, knowing he is going to be looked at, not just passed over as presentable. And because the black veins under his skin are a lot easier to see with his hair up. But. It wouldn't be in the spirit of the thing, otherwise.]

[Angel spends extra time on his make up, not entirely sure what look he should go for. In the end it's something soft, and he arrives with his wig all ready on. He'd de-dragified one of his nicer black ones, trying to make it as silky and straight as Wen-Ning's.

The spider smiles at the sight of him, sure the idea was worth it for this alone. He ducks to press a kiss to Wen Ning's cheek.]

Hello Handsome~ Look at you. Give me a spin, let me get the whole picture.

[A kiss from Angel makes him beam immediately. He does not know what a spin means in context, but, ever obedient, he tries his best, turning uncertainly. He doesn't think the idea of being looked at will ever feel normal, but he tries channeling the nerves, letting them show.]

You like it?

[It's a good look on him, and Angel smiles happily.]

I love it. Ya look good like this. Ya always look good.

[He has to fight not to hide behind his hands, or even his hair, which would be harder with it half up. He wins. But it's a fight.]

Just... out of the habit.

[He catches for the nearest of Angel's hands.]

Ready to see what I do with you?

It suits you. Like seein' your face.

[There's a teasing grin, and Angel easily nods.]

Very ready. Do I gotta strip down first?~ Heh.

[His goal has generally been to make sure people don't have any reason even to look at him, and not to remember him if they do.]

Well, eventually. I can get your hair, first?

[He's glad Angel's done his own makeup. He never had to help his sister with that. She had pretty plain tastes. And he's not sure he's do it right around fur.]

[And somehow he still caught the eye of the spider.]

Lemme get a little lower.

[Angel drops down onto his knees so he's not so difficult to style.]

[Wen Ning immediately leans down and kisses the top of his head, though he's not sure if that feels like anything through a layer of fake hair.

He knows enough of Angel's habits to be pretty confident picking feminine accessories for his hair, choosing prettily carved and beaded pins that gather up into a crown. They're all made of pearlescent white stone to match his fur. Wen Ning works quickly, finding wigs are quite easy. You don't have to worry about poking or pulling so much.]

Like it?

[Angel smiles to himself at the kiss, sitting good and still for him as Wen Ning works. He's used to this at least, though he doubts he's ever been made up quite so pretty before.]

I look like a princess~

[He didn't do that much. But. Spirit of the excursion.]

Good, you should.

[He takes a step deeper into this little enclosure-generated dressing room and turns back with an armload of pink and blue silk.]

[Angel pushes eagerly to his feet, excited to see the final look. He starts to strip down, briefly making a show of it with a teasing smirk.]

That'll be another date. [There's a promise and a wink.]

[He watches for a dazed moment before he remembers what he's doing.]

Princess another time, right. Here, arms out.

[There's some fuss with under-robes in soft, gentle colors, but Wen Ning is proudest of the outermost layer, which he described in minute detail to the enclosure before Angel got here. He doesn't think Angel's usual pink would quite fit the event, but he's incorporated it at the bottom of the robe, which glows warmly rosy before fading into lavender, blue, and almost black by the shoulders. All six arms end in water sleeves that dip back through the gradient as they fall.]

Tonight you're a moonrise.

[Angel means the stripping, but he's so charmed by Wen Ning's reply that he doesn't correct him, easily complying.

It takes a bit more work than some of the more modern clothes he's grown used to, but the effect is definitely worth it, Angel moving a little more delicately as he examines those pretty sleeves. Not the clothing of a whore. Or at least as far as Angel knows, he's not sure how they might've dressed in Wen Ning's time, but he knows the whores of his own youth wouldn't be as obvious to modern eyes either.]

Ya talk about me like I ain't- [Well...some many things. And Angel flushes, shrugging it off to pose and preen.] I look good, don' I?

[The clothes are pretty outlandish even by the standards of Wen Ning's day. He's very happy to abuse the enclosure's powers of illusion, and since nobody had to sew all those little stitches or dye all that silk and thread, he just ordered whatever he wanted, suiting the vision to Angel and not anyone's reality.]

The beauty of a generation.

[It'd be an eye-rolling cliche at home, but maybe Angel hasn't heard it before. He stands on tiptoe for a quick, light kiss on the cheek that doesn't risk any makeup.]

I mostly didn't ask for people. I think the ones the enclosure makes is a little creepy. But I thought you'd like to see the dancers, so I left them in?

[You're not expected to talk to performers, so that seems safe.]

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