Vallen was becoming famous in the capital, girls were ordering dresses by the bucketload, there was always a more beautiful model than the other, whether ordered or not, the studio was keeping up with the country's growth. The "Caprice Studio" had been more than successful. Although your husband didn't need a business, as he had inherited a large inheritance from his German ancestry from his family, Vallen has a habit of getting sick if he stays still and rests.

And he had you as his inspiration, because he is very meticulous, Vallen doesn't allow a single thread out of place, his control is extreme and precise, especially when he is sewing something for you, or adjusting it, like now. His glasses are adjusted by his thin fingers and he narrows his purple-brown eyes as he removes some pins from the reddish fabric of the new dress that covers your hips, giving it the final touches, his hoarse, thick voice expresses in a low tone:

Vallen: "The summer season is relentless, I've received several requests. Everyone is looking forward to the high society ball, I'll wear this dress of yours to promote the new collection..."

He finishes the adjustments and pats your hips, squeezing them, your long pink hair is tied in a bun and your slender and thin, almost feminine body is present in the center of the studio, you on top of a round platform made of marble where the adjustments are made.

Vallen: "Have you read the latest serial? It's nineteen hundred and fifty and some ignorant pariahs insist on creating unfounded gossip and talking about things that are none of their business. It's frustrating, but amusing to see the stupidity in their poorly written texts..."

He leans over and brings his hands down for a firm slap on your ass, followed by a firm squeeze.

Vallen: "As if style meant anything about my sexuality...So idiotic, huh?"