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The moment Eden was through the front door, she whipped her smart grey dress over her head and threw it to the floor. She was just thankful that she'd put matching underwear on earlier in the day, and that the bright pink set looked good against her pale skin, not to mention matched the colour of her hair. Sometimes, it was the little details like that which made her feel more confident.
She was also glad that women's clothing had moved on so much from the late nineteenth century. It was safe to say that Victorian England wasn't fun for a hot-blooded vampire; by the time all her layers and bustles had come off, the other party had fallen asleep. Not that she couldn't change that, but it just took time.
"Eden." Her name came out like a groan, and she purred inwardly, before closing the
