Day one

Vixen eyed the woman her eyebrow brought together. " I..I don't own..Heels." She blinked confused. " Or anything close to that level of girly?" She did not know if those were the right words." I know how to use a wrench though!" She smiled trying to save her self. " Ummm...Please forgive me. I may be a lost cause Ma'am." Her blue eyes looked to the ground.

" I never had a mother to teach me to be feminine. My mother died when I was born, leaving my father and five brothers to raise me." She bite her lip before looking at her toes. " So..If you wish to just let me find me own way, I would understand completely." She turned looking towards the wall.

Margo placed her fingers along Vixen’s chin cupping it playfully. “To hear such a tale of a charming maiden brings any savior to tears. None the less…” Margo slipped out of her shoes as her stockings kissed the floor. Her toes stretching with freedom. Margo placed the shoes before Vixen’s feet. “To find your own way is your choice, yet when you walk in another’s shoes, footsteps, pathway you never are alone. Please meet me here tomorrow morning, I believe a private lesson before class may feel rewarding to the damsel. Now off you go, on your own merry way.” Margo giggled as she looked down at her own feet. She looked up grinning playfully as she took a few steps backwards.

“Find that sense of direction my darling. I do hope it leads you here.” Margo than went back into her classroom as she lifted up the bottom of her foot to examine the dirt specks on her stockings.

Slender digits coiled about one another as she rested her hands on her lap while keeping her back straight as a rod. Kalika was doing her best to play on every mark of a well behave human student. The only point in which she probably failed… the way she was avoided the temptation of the tea. Glamoured eyes regarded it briefly before turning back towards the teacher. Underneath the mask however, she gazed upon the tea as if it held nothing but poison in that seemingly innocent little cup. Slow rise and fall of chest, bring the aroma to her senses before she glanced towards the door.

At first the teachers’ directive was lost upon her keen ears; she was far too distracted by the newcomers. New people always did interest her. Finally the message was retrieved and examined… Kalika about balked at the assignment. An escort? Oh no, no, no… This small class with its grand total of four people was quickly becoming a trap of emotions. Three males would be joining them, three more people with emotions. Not to mention she could still taste shining on her lips, a subtle hint that Lillian wasn’t as she seemed. Kalika glanced at the purple girl, watching her lead the boy out. This would not end well for her…

A simple class was quickly draining her, she would have to find some way to build up her energy before coming back or else she might not be able to hold her glamour. Gentle tilt of the head would silent crack the neck beneath the glamour. She just needed to relax, to get out of here for a bit and collect her thoughts. Just as she was about to stand the third student walked up to her. Sweet voice rang with nervous determination, emotions of such a weak source of power for Kalika. Lips parted to answer, on the verge of answering she found the spot previously occupied to be…empty. Christine dashed away with a bow before Kalika was able to answer.

Light shake of the head and she was standing, waiting for a pause in Margo’s conversation before she stepped forward. Spine arched forward, knees bent and arms flowed out just a touch. Curtsying to the teacher she pulled glamoured lips into a delicate smile, that all too sweet voice floating forth. “Forgive the interruption madam; I would just like to excuse myself from your class. I do look forward to returning with an escort.” Soft giggle flowed through her chest like a knife, “Do enjoy the rest of your day.” Standing straight once more she turned and moved towards the door to find her mark…


“ [Exit unless stopped and I do apologize for the delay.]

She was late, this much she knew. Two days late on top of it all, she wasn't sure if she was going to find anyone here. But she came anyways to see if there was at least a note. Quickly and almost out of breath, with her hand clasped around her long white dress, my she did love her white dresses this week. Coming to the door, she knocked quietly and entered in. Staring around a moment to see if anyone was inside, she seen something so she let herself in.

Beautiful, the room was white with many tables, tea pots set up along the tables with beautiful paintings hung along the wall, breath taken was Merisa as she moved into the room, taking her time to appreciate the work put into taking care of this, and putting it all up. It was like a secret wonderland that came to life, it was exquisite.

Quietly as others spoke, she stayed off to the side and stood by the door, with but her hands clasped over her front, standing ever so still that she could almost fall over. Watching the others as she stayed silent in the corner, not wanting to interrupt the lesson if there was one being taught in this beautiful room.

As the others wandered off, the class had ended. Margo turned to Merisa. Margo smiled as she greeted her quietly as the room was engulfed by silence. “The first day of the class has ended my pet. “ Margo pouted her lips playfully as she turned towards the door. “Please be here tomorrow to participate in the lesson. There has already been one assignment distributed to your fellow classmates.” Margo’s tone was firm yet gentle. She disliked tardiness and hoped it would not happen again.

Margo held the door open for Merisa so she could leave. “The assignment is to bring a male to class, and discuss the importance of Formalities, oh are tardiness is frowned upon. Please do not do it again…” Margo stared blankly before giggling madly.

“I am teasing darling! Welcome to Formalities, I am Miss. Danae Professor of the art of Formalities.” Margo looked down at Merisa’s flowing gown as she smiled. “I do hope you attend tomorrow’s lesson the girls will be delighted to meet you! Let me see you to the hallway.” Margo laughed as she took a big step into the hallway. “Aha! Here we are darling, now please attend tomorrow’s lesson! I look forward to seeing you again.” Margo moved her hands towards Merisa’s face as she squished the student’s cheeks lightly towards her lips.

At first Mrs. Danae seemed to come off harshly, but her smiled would light up the room with a splendid joy that was unmatched to the tea kettles and white doilies surrounding the scenery. Merisa could only smile as she gave the teacher a nod of her head. ''Yes Mrs. Danae, I am sorry that I appeared late to class, I did not know we had already started.'' She would follow her new teacher out into the hallway, hands still firmly crossed over her front as she moved along with her.

As she turned to face Mrs. Danae to excuse herself, her face was welcomed into two hands that cupped her face, squishing it together. This had reminded her of her teachers back at home, always so cheerful and never harmful when they got close. With a trying smile within the squish, she would try to speak. ''Bring a male to class? My my... That's quite an assignment...But not impossible!'' Squirming from her cheeks being squished, she would bow deeply to her new teacher and then raise back up.''Thank you Mrs. Danae, very much. I look forward to the second class.''

Margo smiled as she waved as Merisa wandered. Margo’s cheeks blushed as she corrected the darling little pupil. “It is Miss. Danae darling! I assure you no man could ever tame this wild flower!” Margo giggled as she cheeks marbleized as she returned to the room.

She sighed as she took a seat as thoughts swirled of a partnership. Here she was requesting a mate to dance with yet she herself danced with her reflection. Margo was curious about Merisa. She was confident that she could conquer the challenge. Margo was delighted to see the suitors as they walk through the doors and enter the world of Formalities.