Before I knew it, I had my clothes on and was looking at myself in the mirror again. This time, it was in the full body mirror by the door I entered in that day. Again, I smiled at how good I looked. The sweater had a slim fit on me. It flattered my body. The jeans were the tightest I'd ever worn, but weren't uncomfortable. At first, I was worried about being without underwear, but it in fact didn't feel too bad. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to.

It's all nice and airy down there... Why didn't I do this more often? Hell, that's how it was a few centuries ago, why did underwear ever become a thing??

Then, the door was lightly knocked and Lance walked in.

"Are you finished? I ran a little behind and so it's been more like forty five minutes, but-- Oh, I see you're all ready. How about that? Perfect timing."

I straightened up my posture and bowed my head as I replied with a weak: "Thank you."

Suddenly, I shot my head up to Lance, saucer eyed and mouth wide as I remembered what he had asked of me earlier. I immediately dropped to my hands and knees. I shifted my weight to my elbows and submitted to him. 

"Please forgive my forgetfulness, Master." I begged.

I could sense Lance furrow his brows and cock his head to the side, confused and taken aback.

"'Forgetful-' Oh. Nono. You look good right now. Just- do that around the house when there isn't a special occasion." he said. "Stand up. Don't dirty your new clothes."

I slowly came to my feet, not meeting his eyes.

Once standing, Lance took my face in his hands, caressing it with his thumbs. His hands forced me to look at him, but his chilled, stunning eyes that seemed glued to mine kept me staring. He smiled at my surprised face above him and gently brushed my hair from my eye.

"See?" he said, "Isn't it better like this? Like this, you can see with both eyes."

I gave him a few blinks, not knowing how to reply.

"Here." he said, shifting to face me from my right side, "Please sit for me. I can't reach your hair from all the way down here."

I went back down to my knees, sitting up for him.

"Thank you."

He started running his fingers through my hair, quickly and thoroughly, as if he were brushing it for a second time. Finally, he stopped and separated my hair into three. It felt like he was trying some sort of French braid. 

"You did a surprisingly good job brushing your hair. Better than I."

I swallowed without saying a ward, not sure what to say.

There was silence between us before Lance decided to speak up again. "You have the blackest hair I've ever seen. It's so soft, too... and silky. This would make a fine blanket." he chuckled.

I just awkwardly pressed a smile on my face.

Lance stopped his hands and huffed. "I would appreciate some sort of reply. Are you ungrateful?"

"Th-thank you." I pushed out of my lungs.

The braid went behind my ear and rested on my shoulder. Lance tied a red ribbon around the end of the loose plait.

"There." he said, "That looks much better, less like you came out of a sewer. I thought the red complimented your eyes and added some color to the whole outfit."

Lance leaned in close to my ear, so close, I could feel his breath tickle my neck.

"You look pretty when you smile. You should to it more often." he whispered, just before kissing my cheek and standing up.

Looking at him to make sure he saw me, I smiled.

Lance looked all over my body, licking his lips and rubbing his fingers together. After a second, he shook his head and looked away from me.

"You're hardly resistible. It would be bad if I were to mess up your clothes, though. Especially since we're about to have dinner. ...Let's go." he said, and walked through the door that lead to the guest room.