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After spending a considerable amount of time overcompensating (and getting blind drunk), Shaun showed up at the arranged address on Sunday morning and shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked at the outer facade of the building. "The things I do for money!" he sighed, gently shaking his head. He was back in his 'Chloe' form and was casually dressed in a grey t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, socks and hi-tip sneakers. He had forgone wearing a dress that morning because he knew he'd be spending enough time in period costumes because of the nature of the film he'd be starring in.
"Mediaeval fantasy? What the hell does that mean anyway?" he thought, grimacing a little as his mind ticked over. "There gonna be Hobbits and Orcs and an old guy in a grey robe running around?" he chuckled away to himself. "Mind you...I wouldn't say no to a night in bed with one of those elves" he smirked.
A woman's voice suddenly snapped Shaun out of his trance; "Miss Reilly, if you please!" He glanced right slightly to see a stern looking Beatrix Hoff standing at the front gate waving him over.
"Oh er...good morning!" Shaun called out, before making his way over to her.
"You're late!" Beatrix scolded him upon entry.
Shaun frowned as he glanced at the ladie's gold watch on his slender wrist. "Only a couple of minutes" he countered.
"I'm sure if you spent less time daydreaming you would be on time for your appointments young lady" Beatrix said as she locked the gate. "Now go into that building over there and let Sarah know you're here. She's the costume designer for the film." she directed Shaun towards a structure on the right. "She'll make sure all your costumes fit properly"..
Shaun kept the statement he had in his head to himself; "From what I hear I won't be wearing many costumes." Instead he just smiled at Beatrix and gently shook her hand, thanking her for her 'help'.
"Sarah will accompany you back to see me when you're done" the 'Hoff' then nodded firmly, because striding off.
"Wow! Somebody's got a stick up her ass!" Shaun mumbled, pulling a face before heading over to his destination, the 'Wardrobe Department'. "Hello?" he called out in his female voice after knocking on the door and wandering in. He didn't see anyone, and so he decided to have a poke around. The strong smell of fabric and dust filled his nostrils as he made his way through the room, which was packed with mannequins, some dressed...some not. "HELLO?" he called out again, this time louder. Still there was no answer. Then he caught sight of a corset on one of the mannequins, and his faced contorted as he imagined being squeezed into it. "Oh please no!" he mumbled. And on the next mannequin over was a long, elegant dress, low-cut and crimson red with a gold floral pattern. To Shaun's eye it looked as uncomfortable as the corset, despite its beauty.
Suddenly someone appeared behind Shaun and tapped him on the shoulder, making his squeal in a very girly fashion.
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