The morning passes rather leisurely, though in a way that would make any Yodhinala proud. Lunch comes and they two Eeee enjoy a nice meal out on the balcony where they listen to the goings-on below and chat about random things. In the early afternoon, Alptraum excuses himself by telling the Countess he wants to go get a few things and arrange something but of course he won't give anything more specific than that.

"Well, how decent I am depends… are you alone?" Rosalind teases through the door. "Actually, I have a dress on… "

"Yes, I'm alone," Alptraum promises and starts to open the door. He sticks his head in and peers around.

The Countess pops up in front of Alptraum's face and goes, "Boo!" She's wearing a simple (if still above-average) black dress.

"Yargh!" goes Alptraum as he hops back a foot. Grinning amusedly, he comments, "Well, I see someone was bored." He slips into the room carrying a bag. As he closes the door he just grins at the Countess. "Glad to see you're in a playful mood. It's a start for the evening," he says with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, you have plans for us then?" Rosalind asks coyly. "I've been cooped up in the castle all day."

"I don't have any plans for the Countess, I'm afraid. I do have plans for a young Eeee named Rose, though," Alptraum says and waggles his brow. He holds up the bag he's carrying and asks, "Care to meet her?"

The Eeee woman looks down at the bag, and then back up to Alptraum. With her eyes fully red, it's difficult to make out her exact expression. "The bag?" she finally asks.

"No, Rose isn't a bag. She won't be a bag for centuries yet," Alptraum teases, then taps her nose. "I took the matter of appropriate common attire for a young Eeee who might find interest in a gypsy and the like into my hands. I'm afraid your fancy dresses have to go for tonight… "

"Oh, so you just wanted to play dress-up with me, is that it?" Rosalind says with a smirk, and holds her hands out for the bag.

"No, I intend to dress you so we can go out into the town without any concern,, "Alptraum says as he keeps a hold of the bag. "And tsk, I get to dress you," he teases. "You should be used to having servants dress you by now."

"Oh, very well then, if you insist," Rosalind says, turning and letting her dress slide to the floor.

"You must think me very childish sometimes," Alptraum says with a laugh as he empties out the bag on a chair behind Rosalind. He slips in close behind her and uses his claws to brush her hair back.

"And you're sure you'll be dressing me to go out, and not just for some little fantasy of yours?" Rose asks, looking slyly over her shoulder.

"That's easy to answer. My fantasy is of you wearing nothing at all, or just your shadow cloak in interesting ways," Alptraum responds and lightly flicks Rosalind's nose with a claw tip. "So, since I have actual clothing, it can't be some fantasy game. And to prove it, he begins by slipping an emerald green knee-length skirt around the Countess' waist. It's a multi-layer affair where the front hangs in two asymmetrical layers. He goes about adjusting it here or there as he cinches the ties snugly.

"This looks complicated," Rose comments, keeping her arms and wings out of the way. "And… I don't think I've worn green since College."

"It's not that complicated, just stylized," Alptraum comments a bit absently. The next part is her top. Given the complexities of shirts made for winged species, putting it on usually does require help. It's a short-sleeved blouse with a low cut neckline and simple frilling around the collar and sleeves. The back is a series of tie-strapping to work around her wing structure. Over that Alptraum fits a simple, but well made tight-fitting vest. It's no corset to be certain, but it does hug her curves enough to show them off. It also helps keep the shirt from being too loose and getting caught in things.

"Is this what my subjects really wear?" Rose has to ask. "It's so… colorful and revealing."

"Some do," Alptraum comments as he walks around in front of her He takes each of her hands and slips on soft, fingerless, leather gloves. Their purpose is obvious enough; they're to protect her palms from too much callous development without affecting dexterity too much.

"Or… are these gypsy clothes?" the woman asks with an arched eyebrow. "Going to introduce me to your parents in this outfit?"

"They're somewhere in between, I guess," Alptraum admits as he takes a step back and looks at Rosalind appraisingly. "Outside of the jewelry I'll put on in a moment, it still needs something," he muses as he rubs his chin.

"A pink scarf?" Rose suggests, cocking her hips and resting one hand on them a bit saucily.

Alptraum reaches out and takes a hold of a lock of Rosalind's bangs. "This is small enough to be safe, I think," Alptraum comments. His brow furrows deeply as he concentrates. He slowly draws his fingers along the length of hair. As they pass over, the hair shifts in color. In fact, it shifts to a very bright blood-red, almost 'blakatish', color. When Alptraum's fingers fall away, it leaves Rosalind with a long streak of bright red hair that hangs slightly off-center and down the right side of her face. "There, I think that looks striking," he notes. "Matches your eyes."

"What?" she asks, trying to look up at her own forehead. "You colored my hair?"

"Just a small strip," Alptraum comments as he walks back to the chair to collect a few things. "Look in the mirror if you like."

Rose heads over to the mirror by the dressing table, and turns this way and that. "Well… it does make me look younger," she admits.

"It's not about looking younger," Alptraum comments as he comes to stand behind her, "I like older women. A lot. It was about looking … more, well, common. Not bound by tradition and expectations." He traces a claw along the ridge of one of her ears, then goes about fitting several delicate and silvery ear-clips along the ear's length. The end result are vine-like tracings of silver that curl and arc along her ears artistically.

It's hard for Rose to not twitch her ears during this. "The common folk have good taste in jewelry," she notes once Alptraum is finished, admiring the look.

"Well, when you have big ears, they just scream for decoration. I won't ask you to get any ear tattoos, though. Even if one that said, oh, Property of Alptraum… ," Alptraum teases. He finishes off her outfit by slipping a scarf-like, pinkish, belt around her waist and ties it. It hangs off-center and several little dangly strands hang down.

"And this is the look of a young Eeee woman then?" Rose asks, still posing in the mirror. "I see a touch of Babel here and there. Am I meant to appear as a single or married woman like this?"

"It's a mix of styles I've seen while traveling. I can't say it's specifically from any one place," Alptraum answers as he steps back and to the side. "As for the other question, single. Usually married women tend to dress more plainly and with less concern … mostly because caring for children has left them little time to care."

"Oh, so you will risk my being flirted with by strangers then?" Rose asks, grinning brightly.

"This is as much about giving you a chance to just be a normal person as it is anything," Alptraum remarks and grins right back. "If people decide to flirt with you, there isn't much I can do about it. Well, outside of trying to be more interesting than they are!"

"You won't beat them up?" Rose asks in mock surprise. "I was told that is how the common folk settle such things! I've been misled!"

"Only if they get feely!" Alptraum promises. "There is nothing wrong with admiring. Touching, however, that's off limits. Well, unless you say it's okay, of course."

Rose laughs! "Do not fret – Bunny and I must have visited every bar in the capitol in our day. It's just been a few years now since I was young and wild and free."

Alptraum covers his eyes. "I have this image in my mind of Bunny pursuing guys … who end up making quick excuses and running in terror," he admits, laughing.

"Only after she had a few drinks," Rose notes with a grin. "Although there were plenty of times when I had to carry her back to the dormitory."

Alptraum's brow arches and he asks, "She ever try to get you to … bite her?"

"Bunny?" Rose laughs. "Goodness no! She got queasy if I had to drink around her. Hard to believe she joined up with that Prometheus Society. Or was it the Galatians? So many secret societies to keep track of… "

"She got me to bite her," Alptraum remarks, grinning. "And wow, did she twitch and squirm… " He runs his gloved hands through his own hair, commenting, "And whatever you do, do not take me dressing you as wishing you were different. I don't. I just … well, I can't help you govern much, I can't really advise on politics, but I guess I can make you feel … normal. Or at least what passes as normal for either of us."

"Normal is good," Rose states, nodding her head. "Normal is simple, and… relaxing."

"And I can promise you this … when you finally meet the gypsies, well … the worst you have to worry about is preventing the guys from trying to feel your butt. My adoptive father included," Alptraum comments with a wry grin.

"I… that will be a new challenge for me, to be sure," Rosalind says, and pats her behind as if never having noticed it before.

"It's less threatening than a court meeting where everyone is probably plotting how to usurp your position, at least," Alptraum comments as he slips an arm around Rose. "So, shall we hit the town? Tonight I have much planned! Just … I'm not going to tell you quite what. It'll be a surprise."

"I'm sure it will!" Rose says with a smile, and then asks, "Will there be another striptease though?"

"Do you want one?" Alptraum counters with his own smirk.

"I don't know," Rose answers thoughtfully. "I suppose it depends on if I'd get to keep the tips they throw at you… "

"You seem to think I like to be naked in a crowd," Alptraum comments and laughs.

"Well, not a crowd," Rose notes. "Just some close friends."

"Well, I doubt we'll be around any of those tonight," Alptraum comments as he escorts Rose to the door. "You're the center of attention tonight. No distractions."

"I just hope the Yodhblakat are all still hungover," Rose says. "I'm not sure their presence would be quite right for a nice night out on the town… "