Marissa trembled a bit and chewed his lip, "Well then I would not be the sort of woman who wore pants..." He said softly.
He wanted this to work out, he really did. He wanted this man to be just as kind as he was hoping he was

“do not worry on it Marissa, we will come to an arrangement in time” again he looked out the window of the carriage. The light coming in through the gap formed by his finger pushing the curtains away lit his face. He had a classic beauty, one that the Greeks or the Romans would have painted or sculpted. Small ringlet of his hair tried to escape his tie. He pushed one back at the moment, which promptly escaped again. The sound of the traffic on the street around them grew quite. “ah it looks like we have arrived here at our first destination. Let us hope that he can be roused.”

Marissa blinked a little and fidgeted a bit, "Where are we?" He asked softly.
He had very nearly forgotten the promise of new things.
Mostly he had just assumed that would be something they would do in the morning.
And then there had been that glimpse of the man's face. It made Marissa blush a little, he looked so much better now than in the light of his bedroom.

“as it is still painful for me to go out in the sun, have gotten my tailor to work at night,” Angelo smiled a conspirator smile. “when we can wake him.” the door opened and the foot men held it for them. “down you go Marissa, lady’s first.” The food man had to bit his lower lip not to make a sound.

Marissa took the foot-man's hand as he descended. He took a deep breath as his feet hit the cobble stones.
He took a step off to one side and waited for his new master. He couldn't unwind his mind around that simple fact. No matter what the man had asked him to call him.

Stepping down Angelo thanked his foot man and then walked up to the door. The windows were foot square panes of glass set in a nice dark warm wood, the door was also of the wood and had a glass window pain in it. There were rich red curtains pulled back against the dark. Reaching up his hand Angelo knocked, the door opened a moment latter. A warm glow seemed to flood the area they were in.
“Yes?” a small hunched figure looked out around the door, upon noticing it was Angelo he opened the door wide. “Come in come in sir, I hope this is not about the pants, I have not had the time to mend them.” Then he saw Marissa. “Or is it gifts for the young miss?” stepping in side Angelo nodded.

At being called a young miss marissa stood a little straighter and smiled a little brighter. He folded his hands and followed Angelo in happily. Long hair swishing behind him as he walked.

“This is Marissa,I just rescued Marissa from an evil man and would like a new wardrobe for her.” Better to go with what the man knew then to try to tell him otherwise. “Thought that you might have what was needed to fill out her wardrobe.” The man smiled a sly smile.
“a whole new one?” when Angelo nodded he took off into the second room yelling that they needed to get up a great customer was here and had to be fitted at once. Somewhere back there the sounds of three bodies falling or stumbling form the bed answered him. “Dose the missy have a favorite color?” the voice could barely be heard as he came out his arms pilled full of clothes.

Marissa blinked and thought for a moment, he smiled brightly "I like Lavender... and Maroons for winter..." He said clasping his hands together with an eager smile.
He was really getting a whole new wardrobe. He looked back at his savior with that smile and then darted to him wrapping his arms around his waist, "Oh Thank you so so much!"

Slightly startled to find Marissa being so affectionate he gingerly hugged him back. “how could I not do this for you?” the tailor smiled a knowing look at Angelo then turned to hurry back to the back room.
“I need summer clothes in lavender and winter in Maroons, a mix of them for spring and fall will do.” A small girl came hurrying out and barely missed running into the tailor as she went pasted him with pale lavender under garments. Setting them down next to the ones the tailor had brought out she looked Marissa over.
“I think we may have to measure this one, she does not look the right sizes.” Taking Marissa by the hand she led them off to a curtained area in corner. “can you take off your dress? I need to measure you.” She said as she pulled him into the changing room.

Marissa blinked a little batting those grey eyes of his, "Just the dress right?" He asked softly as he reached behind unzipping the back of the dress and slowly slipping it down letting the fabric pool at his feet.
He stepped back dressed only in his under clothes, he wore women's under garments as well, and the long silky slip hid what might give away his gender.

“yep only your dress.” The young girl quickly got to work pulling a knotted rope around him and calling out the numbers. As she came to the end she smiled sweetly. “never got your measurements done by a real tailor have you?”

Marissa shook his head a little, "No actually I haven't just the brothel tailor...." He stopped and looked down a bit afraid she'd say something awful about that.
"I-I wasn't a-a whore or anything...I'm to mousey...So they sold me to that gentleman..."

Patting him on the shoulder she smiled. “do not worry I was in the Fires Brand brothel before your master bought me. He said that he had no use for me but did not want to see such a beautiful artisan forced to do that despicable trade. So he brought me here.” She slipped out the curtain but then popped her head back in. ‘wait right here I will see what we can find for you in under things.”

Marissa nodded a bit, it hadn't occurred to him that the man might do this often with other children.
He sighed a bit looking back at himself in the dressing room mirror. He couldn't help but smile though. Even if he hadn't been some special singled out person this was nice.

Popping her head back in her handed him silk under garments. “These should do for now.” She disappeared as she waited for him to change out of the old ones. “You know you’re lucky he does not pick many to go live with him, you must be something special.”

Marissa slowly undressed pulling the bottoms on first, "I don't think I'm very special..." He muttered softly.
He pulled on the top half now, that always took some adjusting.
"I just....really don't have anywhere else to go..."

“no way you’re not special, he does not take just any one. There is something in your that he sees and wants to make better.” She handed in a soft lavender dress. “Try that one on, if it does not fit I have another one. but don’t worry we are not done with making your wardrobe yet. We will be sending it off to you latter in the week. These are just so you have something to wear for now.”

Marissa nodded a bit and pulled on the lavender dress. He smiled brightly as he twirled past the mirror, "I like this one! Its really nice" He said cheerfully.

Looking Marissa over the girl shook her head. “nope dose not fit you.” She disappeared again only to appear with one of a different shade. “try this one.”

Marissa blinked a bit and took the dress, he slowly took off the other one.
"but...I thought it looked nice..." He muttered as he pulled on the other. If that didn't fit he wasn't sure what would.

“it was too tight in the side, if you had bend over it would have ripped.” She looked him over. “to lose. Be right back.” She disappeared back out of the room.

"oh... " Marissa looked over the other dress, he really didn't understand how all this worked then. He'd repaired garments now and then but he'd never had to make something that fit some one perfectly. In fact he'd never had anything that fit just him.

He pulled off the new dress and put it off to the side with the other one.

It took her a few moments before she returned. The dress was a confection of pale lavender ruffles and rich violets. “here you go this one should work.” As he pulled it on a bright smile filled her face. “Yes that one is Perfect.”

Marissa pulled on the dress and spun a little watching the dress swirl around his legs.
He giggled a little and looked back at the girl, "Its beautiful..." He said playing with some of the ruffles along the skirt.