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Lestelle smiled back to Ludwig, "Good after noon, Mister Kobold. I am looking for new shoes... do you think you could find a few good pairs for me? My feet are rather small..." She stood there, holding her hands infront of her. The tightly clutched her dress. Slowly she raised it to reveal her petite peids~ Slowly, she moved away to the chair. Oh~ She would be is very own princess with those small feet which moves so gracefully towards the chair. Her ankles were nice and thin too~
 
Looking to her he smiled broadly and even more so as he saw her feet. He began to sweat slightly as she revealed them quickly dabbing at his thin haired head before he sighed. "My dear, I don't think you know how it works." He said as he pulled out a tape measure and slipped around to begin walking toward her. "I'm a cobbler, a very expensive cobbler, I make the shoes, I do not simply give you a pair." He said while kneeling before her and reaching out. "May I?" He said his hands now inches from her covered feet.
 
How quickly she became flustered. Had she insulted him? She lightly clasped her cheek with her hand as she looked to him appologetically, white a pink blush of embaressement came to her face, "O-oh! I am so terribly sorry... I... I am not used to this sort of thing at all!" Seated down on the chair, Lestelle carefully pulled her dress back, just reveil only just a bit above the ankle. She extended her foot out to him; her lean chave tensing up. She smiled, nodding, "Please do,"
 
He looked to her with a kind avuncular gaze as she explained and shook his head while smiling and chuckling softly. "Its ok my dear, I understand, you're not used to such, I can tell from looking at your shoes." He said slowly before he slipped them off and tossed them to the side. His mouth watered as he looked to her foot. Stroking from heel to toe, along her instep and slowly between her toes he suppressed a pleasured groan. Her feet were tiny and perfect. He stroked their bottoms with his fingertips for a moment as he eyed them his gaze now rather lustful.
 
She looked down, curious like a kitten to what he intended to do. And then-- she felt it! His hot breath brushing against her smooth skin as his old, well worked hands, trailed over the soft of her feet. She blushed, not having been used to this fondling, or any form of touch from another. As he further explored, she leaned back, and lightly bit her finger to controll her breathing.
 
He lifted it higher, his instinct was to try and brush her toes to his lips but he had to fight it. Holding her tiny foot close however he examined it and then began his measurements. He measured the width around various places, the size of her ankle, the space her toes could stretch to. He stroked and pulled and shifted her foot slowly even flexing her ankles and toes to see how her joints moved. Slipping back he looked to her. "Walk for me." He said simply.
 
Lestelle was left with her hand to her mouth, her eyes shut tight as she held her dress firmly with the opposite hand. It felt good to be touched by someone else... No wonder Edmund indulged in it so much! She dropped her hand to dress, and relaxed completely. Turning her sweet face to the old man, she nodded, "Sure~"
Standing up, Lestelle picked up dress high enough for him to watch her. Her feet made small steps, slightly turned out to make a much more graceful walk. But, her feet remained heavy on the ball and toes of her foot, rather than the heel, making her seem like she was floating on hair. She would stop when he told her to..
 
"That's enough dear" He said as he looked to her with a twinkle in his eye. He could feel his loins stirring like they hadn't in years. Slowly he leaned down and stroked her feet once more slowly running his fingertips along them and looking at them longingly. "Your feet are gorgeous." He simply said before he shuffled slowly into the back. Coming back out he had a pair of small black shoes, they had a slight heel to them, not particularly big, but not small either, their heels were between stilettos and thicker usual types. They were open toed, and their workmanship overall was rather high as though he'd taken countless hours crafting them. "I made these, a long time ago, for an old friend...she moved on before I could give them to her...I'd like you to have them, I will make you some shoes as well darling. Is there a type you prefer? "
 
Graciously, Lestelle lifted the elegant black shoes from his hands. Seating herself once again, she tried them on. Ah~ And what a fit. Giggling, she stood once more and walked about the store; lifting her dress to show how her feet were hugged by the wellcrafted leather. She twirled, and then stopped at his question. "Any others...? Oh, well..." Lestelle moved up to him, and soon stopped by his desk. Taking a quill, and a piece of parchment, she drew designs of shoes she had dreamed of; five different pairs. SHe left room for him to have creative lisencing, but the pictures were pretty detailed; having added shading. She smiled and held them out to him. She pointed to a pair of simple flat shoes, "Please... I would love it if you could make me a pair of ballet slippers, but without the wood.. I like how pretty they look, and the way they wrap about my chave," She smiled once more.
 
He looked to her with a slight smile. "Actually, I have a similar pair to that, my friend, she was a dancer...she wore them, just once." He said slowly before looking down as if reliving a pained memory. "She looked very much like you, then one day a number of years ago she just...up and vanished." He said before sighing heavily. "I remember their design, and I can duplicate them for you, it wouldn't take long, if you're willing to wait." He said to her slowly before he moved forward his hands pressing together as if he were pleading his eyes hopeful.
 
Her small hands came to rest upon his shoulders. She looked to him with a charming smile as she nodded, her voice as sweet as jam, "I would be more than delighted to wait. As long as you enjoy the endevers of creating these shoes for me, I do not care how long they take." Oh~ Thatlovely smell of vanilla wafting over him, the press ofher breasts together as she touched his shoulders. And her feet... Ooo~ Perfect feet that love tobe hugged by many types of shoes. He cand fondle them, before dressing them up and watching her prance about happily, before they get sore, and he once again allowed to touch and massage the ache away; her sweet face twisting with pleasure. Every cobbler's dream. n.n
 
He looked to her and whispered. "You look just like her, my Castallia. She was the most beautiful woman this village had ever seen, she was a dancer as well. Oh how she danced." He said to her slowly before he nodded. "Oh you can sit and wait miss, or you can try out your new shoes. I will be back in just a minute." He said to her as he picked up her old shoes and slipped into the back. Wasting no time he pressed them to his nose once the door was closed and inhaled deeply the scent of vanilla washing over him before he let out a pleasured sigh. Moving to a bench he got to work. He picked a creme pink silk and cut it into the shapes before adding a cashmere liner on the inner layer. Sewing quickly he then stitched on soft leather bottoms to the shoes. He reinforced the stitches and added a soft bottom of multilayered velvet before he looked over the shoes. Slowly he sewed the band for the straps of sorts to tighten them about the leg and a small string through to tighten them about the foot. Shuffling out soon after he held them before him.
 
"Ca...stal...li...a" The words, the felt so familiar on her tongue. The man left to the back,and she thought of the name, over and over. Why did she feel such a strong connection to the name? Lestelle sighed softly, before carrying on walking around with the shoes. It made her happy that he had already a pair constructed for her... Looking over, she smiled to see the mad immerge. Stepping quickly too him, she marvled at his craftsmenship, "Oh my! Mr. Kobold, they are so beautiful!" She made her way to the chair, sitting down, she blushed innocently, "Would you mind... putting them on for me?"
 
The old man's eyes lit up as she asked him and leaning in he slowly reached down placing the ballet slippers to one side before he eased her shoes off. He stroked his fingers needlessly over her calves, then ankles, then the bottoms of her feet to her soles. He ran along her toes and between them, stroking up to the top of her foot his eyes looking at the soft flesh with fascination before he focused in and eased on a slipper repeating the process sliding his fingers from toes to calf before he tightened it lightly. Repeating it with the other he sighed softly before he stroked his fingers along the edges of the slipper feeling her feet through the soft silk. "Mmm how are they my dear?"
 
Her delicates ah's were enough to satisfy any man's desire. She blushed, looking to him as he felt. Why did this have such an effect on her? Her blush grew more, imagining Edmund's hand massaging her leg... Turning her attention to his question, she flexed then pointed each foot. "Well, they fell wonderful to be honest..." Standing, she walked about the room before breaking into dance. Her dress, long and flowing allowed for kicks, jumps, and spins; while keeping herself concealed. Then it happened, she slowly rose onto point. The concentration was visable on her body as all her muscles worked to keep herself balanced. She was well educated... for one with no parents. She stopped, and relaxed. Lestelle smiled to the old man, "Thank you... for everything... how can I repay you?"
 
He looked to her and listened as she ahhed and oohhed. He watched her as she eventualyl flexed her feet still in his hands before leaning back to let her stand. Sitting he simply watched his eyes watering slightly while widening in awe as though watching some long forgotten awesome memory unfold before him. "Just like her." He said slowly with a small but bittersweet smile. As she asked he looked to her. "Allow me to just serve you and your gorgeous feet." He said slowly. "Well..there is..one things." He said fiddling his fingers together, he'd missed this chance with Castalia and he wouldn't again. "Just sit in the chair for a bit, remove the shoes, and close your eyes, and give me ten seconds of freedom with you..just ten."
 
The fondling from earlier had felt so nice, so this enticed her to agree. Along with the fact that he was willing to make her shoes, for free! She nodded, "Ten seconds it is~" Walking back over, she smiled to the bashful Ludwig, and seated herself. Bending over, her chest resting on her knees, she untied and removed the slippers carefully. Packing them away, she set her shoes on the floor by the other black pair. She then sat back, and closed her eyes. Lestelle then whispered softly, "... Like this?"
 
He began at her ankles and stroked slowly along them exploring the delicate subtle curves of the flesh as he lifted them higher. He leaned in close inhaling her scent from then and exhaled slowly his breath washing between her toes and along the soles and insteps of her feet. Leaning in he kissed the bottoms of her feet letting them run along his face briefly his mustache running over the, before he pulled back to stroke upwards. His fingertips trailed over her feet spiraling about till they reached the undersides of her toes stroking each before he realized his time was up. Pulling back he bowed. "Thank you." He said to her his head still lowered before her.
 
Her cheeks flourished with new colors as he teased her feet. One would come to realise that Lestelle had a high sensitivity for she was an elf! She made sweet, soft sounds as he caressed and kissed her petite feet. Sitting up once he finished, she looked down, blushing hard, "M-my.." She smiled sweetly, "... thank you, for that," Lestelle bent forward and began to slip her shoes on; she would have to find Edmund at the jewelers soon!
 
Edmund in the meanwhile was at the Jeweler's Boutique trying to ignore the obvious advances of the older yet attractive woman that ran it. Every time he came she addressed him and every time it began a game of cat and mouse that he was far too used to. Laughing as he heard he speak of her husband never knowing he turned and tutted softly waggling his finger soon after. "My dear, but I would, in any case I'm expecting someone."
 
By the time she got there, Ludgi created another pair of shoes for her; just another pair of white flat shoes which hugged her feet wonderfully. She left there with a wonderfully decorated box, and a new friend. Humming, she left the box with the carriage as she decided to break in her shoes by walking to the jewlers. The door creaked, and clanked as it shut tight behind her. The red haired girl shot a loving look to Edmund as she saw him. What an experience she had encountered! She would tell him plenty of it once they returned home. With such an expression, she really did not need to say anything to him. Her smile lessened, but did not disappeared as she looked to the older woman behind the counter. Nodding her head, the girl gave a little curtsie, "Good afternoon, ma'am," Lestelle then gulided up to Edmund. She turned her pretty little face up to him, and smiled much larger again, "I haven't kept you waiting long, have I?"
 
The woman glared at the girl as she came in. Her face contorted into a grimace briefly before she smiled. This was her obstacle to the young man she figured, her eyes ran up and down the young woman's body. She had a chest like a cow, pursing her lips she said stiffly. "Can I help you?" Knowing the two must be together but hoping to be wrong she crossed her arms slightly.

Edmund crossed the room to her with a smirk before he slowly took her by the arm. "I had Agatha's husband make something for you...would you like to see it?" He asked her with a smirk.
 
Oh yes! Nice, full breasts that would soon find themselves contained by many types of lengerie which the young man in question desired to rip off of her. Like a child, she took his arm, smiling to him with admiration. Her eyes gained sparkles of excitement as he mentioned he had something made for her. Humbley, she blushed a sweet color, "Oh... you are being awfully sweet. When we return home, I will be sure to make you a delicious dinner!" There wasn't much she could do to repay him, but his kindness would not go unnoticed. She gave his arm a little squeeze as they got closer to the grumbling woman,
"I would love to see it~"
 
He smirked to her as she took his arm and his other arm came up to stroke her head. "Agatha, bring me the black box in the back with my family crest on it." He said curtly. Grumbling the woman turned and walked into the back before slipping back out. Placing the box before her he opened it to reveal a choker its band rolled into a loop to keep it in the somewhat small box. Its band was made of what looked to be rose gold, stretched into strands and woven together to make a flexible band about its length. Within the designs along individual strands were tiny emeralds glinting slightly along making a wavy sort of pattern. The rose gold darkening near the bottom to create a pattern of its own, like a field of grass around the length of the band, and the glinting emeralds just above it. The inside edge of the collar was lined with a slight layer of feather cushioning covered with velvet. The clasp of the choker was a rather intricate design. It was two halves of an ornately done firefly.

The wings of it were made of princess cut diamonds set in a gold lattice formed to the shape of the translucent wings. Seventeen half carat diamond were set into each wing. The eyes made of tiny emeralds each set with a facet fixed into the neighboring ones. The structure of the eye was held together by gold filament wire that was stretched over the contacting facets to hold them back against a pearl center to the eye. Each leg was made of three emerald cut emeralds each at a different angle and connected by gold joints between them. The thorax was made of a single large diamond with what looked to be a pink sort of crystal within. The actual lock itself was within. A semi circle was set in each half, but curving slightly so the circle was at an angle, more like a thread in a screw. One side was convex, the other concave. As the wings of the firefly were pushed up the halves would swivel into place, one clock wise, one counter clockwise, once the wings were up the halves would be locked till they were pressed back down. On the back of it was embossed his family crest. "I figure a refined woman, has refined jewelry."
 
The shine from the metal and gems being hit by the light caused her to almost go blind due to over exposure to money! Lestelle did not say anything as she peered into the box. Her eyes looked over the design, the the jewels, then... back to Edmund. She wanted to make him happy, so she smiled, "It is certainly olaberate." She continued to hold onto his arm, looking back at it. Maybe she was just a bit shocked? How was she supose to react? It was just a bit gaudi for her own tastes... but if he insisted, she would accept. Besides! So much work had gone into it. She gave him another smile.
 
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