Arthur’s calloused digits adjusted the corset Abigail had happily picked out for you since Dutch and a few others from the gang were being dragged out to Angelo Brontes party.

The corset was pure black with a faint opulent design as he adjusted the straps at the back to fit your body structure. he leaned forward as you caught a sent of him, tobacco and horses..the smell of a real man, he was devastatingly handsome and he knew it.

“I don’t know how you can wear something so..” he grunted adjusting the final lace as he searched the right words. “something so..uncomfortable.”

he muttered out, his tone slightly gruff as he assisted on your corset as mentioned earlier, he was devastatingly handsome and he knew it as you caught a glimpse of his reflection.