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Magnificent.

[Sebastian walks up to her, resting his hands on her shoulders, looking at the mirror himself. It's a very, very impressive sight. Feminine beauty is one of very few things that gave Shaw anything like pause.]

You wear it very well, Tessa.

[Her eyes move down the length of her body and she resists a sigh. There is a large amount of skin showing: decolletage, arms, and legs. She's wearing boots in addition to the 'uniform' and she meets Shaw's eyes in the mirror.]

My thanks, Mr. Shaw.

[Sebastian's eyes continue to move up and down, though any sigh he would make would not be for the same purposes as Tessa's. He notices that she's wearing boots. From their conversation last night?]

It's my pleasure, Tessa.

[His hands tighten just a little around her shoulders, not ... hard exactly, but a little possessive. She makes him feel like he owns her. And doesn't he, really? He did after all, control all of the assets of the Hellfire Club.]

[It's simple for her to control her reactions, no matter where her mind may end up. As it is, a fetching blush crawls onto her cheeks at the look he gives her and she turns her eyes downwards again. The tightening of his hands makes her look up again and she manages a slight smile.]

I'm certain it is.

[He notices the blush- which is indeed fetching, and smiles thinly, his hands spreading themselves out slightly around her shoulders. For all the raw physical power at his command, he could be very gentle when he needed. Unlike so many other mutants with powers of strength, he could control exactly how much strength he put or did not put into anything. He smiles and looks into the mirror, watching her reactions intently.]

I do not believe I have told you anything of my personal philosophy, have I?

[Her dark eyes remain locked on his as she listens, every minute reaction of her body on automatic response. Her shoulders relax beneath his grip and interest sparks in her eyes.]

No, I don't believe you have. Please do.

[His hands absently, softly caress her shoulder as he begins to speak.]

It is the belief of far too many, that business and pleasure must be rigorously seperated. I believe otherwise. I think the two can be brought together, most harmoniously.

[His eyes remain on hers through the proxy of the mirror.]

What are your thoughts on the matter?

[She had suspected that something like this might occur. She'd even prepared herself for it. Sebastian Shaw was a man who wasn't likely to enjoy rejection and she didn't plan on rejecting him. That blush was deepened and her lips parted as she took a breath to answer.]

I believe that, so long as it does not affect the quality of my work, pleasure is most welcome in the venue of business.

[Her answer pleases him greatly. Sebastian is most emphatically not a man who likes being rejected or dismissed, as seldom as it occurs. His hands move from her shoulders and slide down to her waist before turning her around so she is facing him.]

So we are in perfect agreement then ...

[He leans in to kiss her, pulling her closer to him.]

[Tessa was prepared to do anything and everything that Xavier needed for her to. That was why he had chosen her after all, or so she believed. Her lips parted as he spun her around, her chin lifting as her eyes locked to his.

Her eyelids dropped as he leaned in to kiss her, her hands moving to brace against his shoulders as her lips touched his lightly.]

[The first kiss was soft, but lingering. The second one a lot longer and much deeper, strong arms pulling her flush against him.]

The only drawback about this lovely outfit ... [Sebastian grins lustily and laughs a little.] They take damnably long to remove. [As fetching as the corset was, it meant a lot of untying, and the outfits were too valuable simply to tear off, at least until several had been made by the tailor.]

[She moves her lips against his, letting him take the lead, and she steps into him as he pulls her closer. His grin makes her lips twitch into a smile. She doesn't want him to believe that she's doing this to keep her job, to keep him happy. But there is a certain amount to be said for staying in character... It's not entirely unpleasant, far from it.

Her fingers reached behind her to tug the laces of the corset loose, the front dipping down as the laces gave.]

It's not all so difficult if you know how... [There was a hint of teasing in her voice.]