Jeanne stared at the two dresses laying on her bed. In her corset and petticoats, she stood contemplating them, one arm crossed against her chest, the other with her hand up to her face, index finger tapping her chin.
Plush and stylish, the yellow one boasted an abundance of beadwork, a wide busquiere, and yards and yards of Venetian lace. It was also blatantly provocative; the neckline cut wantonly low and the bottom edge of the busquiere ended at the top of her genitals in a risqué point. It was a gown for an evening meant for seduction, not a dinner with a potential suitor and his family. It was rumored the Baroness de Polignac was a prodigiously pious woman; to dress the putain would be just the thing to disabuse her of the idea of Jeanne as her new daughter.
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