gentleman's servant

As the owner of Mormont Manor, Oscar also wanted to have a majestic portrait, like the viscounts of all generations, hanging the portrait on the wall of his home.

For this reason, he specially invited a famous painter. He heard that this painter had painted portraits for many royal families, and the results were quite satisfactory.

Dressing for portraits should not be casual, although today's men are no longer fashionable to wear tight pants and flowered clothes, but if they want to dress formally for painting, people seem to have returned to a century ago.

As early as a month ago, Oscar summoned a tailor to measure the new clothes. The clothes just arrived today. The two sets of clothes were packed in a decent big box and wrapped with ribbons, as bright as the gift boxes the ladies received. .

"My lord, this formal suit was made by an old tailor in our shop. Nowadays, few people can have such delicate craftsmanship. Look, the patterns on this coat are all embroidered little by little." The powdered tailor said obsequiously.

Oscar looked around, then nodded.

After the footman sent the tailor away, Oscar said to me, "Come with me to the bedroom to try on clothes."

But when I picked up the jacket, I was dumbfounded. The matching pants were actually leggings.

This is a bit too old-fashioned. Wearing this kind of clothes to go out nowadays will definitely be ridiculed.But once the nobles want to put on a formal portrait, they always try their best to make themselves appear more solemn. What could be more formal than dressing like the ancestors on the wall?

After getting dressed, putting on a wig, and finally clenched the saber around his waist, the Viscount is already fully capable of looking decent.

I was putting away the rest of the suit when Oscar said, "Wait a minute, this suit is for you."

"Give it to me?" I asked strangely: "Give it to me for what?"

"After finishing my single portrait, I will order the artist to paint a double portrait of us." Oscar said while straightening his bow tie.

"But...is this suitable..." I hesitated, and the artist would be surprised, and what should I do with the painting?It's not a good thing to be seen.

"Why is it inappropriate." Oscar said naturally, "I also want to have my own family portrait."

I suddenly remembered that I had never seen a portrait of Oscar.

There is such a habit in many aristocratic families, that is, all family members draw a family picture, which is full of life interest, and sometimes they will bring kittens and puppies. Take a place in the portrait.

"I've never painted a portrait and never had the time," Oscar explained.

But I know that maybe no one has painted his portrait since he was a child.

Well, let me stay in the same painting with him, this painting can be preserved for a long time, even if we are old, we can still use the portrait to remind us of our youthful appearance.Thinking of this, I was suddenly moved. Is being with me a family for Oscar?

"Okay, quickly change your clothes and let me have a look." Oscar said eagerly.

I had to change into this set of clothes with a strong classic atmosphere.

However, after the change, the atmosphere is a bit weird.

Oscar kept staring down at me.

This sight was so majestic that I wanted to cover it with my hands in embarrassment.

I also really covered up.

Seeing me cover it, Oscar coughed and looked away, but still sneaked a peek occasionally.

He said: "Don't be so nervous, be generous, you can't always cover there when the painter comes, you will be ridiculed, you have to hold your head high like me."

I really want to answer him, the painter won't just stare at me like you.

He circled around me again, then stood still behind me.

I turned my head and found the place where his eyes were looking strangely and his flushed cheeks. I couldn't help stretching out my other hand to cover the back.

Unexpectedly, he walked over in a daze, touched her with his hand, and said while touching, "You look so good in this..."

I was touched by him, so I wanted to take it off, but he stopped me and said, "Don't take it off, just put it on."

He touched it and looked very satisfied.

He also made me wear this to bed at night when I went to bed.

In fact, I really don't understand the viscount's taste, you can touch it directly, why there is a layer of separation.

But he was very excited.

Later, the trousers got wet in two spots. Because the marks were too obvious, the painter came, and I couldn't wear these trousers for the portrait.

But after I washed it, Oscar refused to let me wear it out.

"It's better not to wear something so private." He said seriously: "You can just wear a pair of ordinary pants, so as not to be taken advantage of by others."

I really want to yell at him, the painter won't be as interested in men's lower body as you are.

So, after the painter finished the single portrait of Oscar, he started to paint the double portrait of me and him.

Oscar was sitting on a sofa, and I was standing by the sofa with a plate. On the small table in the corner, a bouquet of white roses was blooming brightly. Before painting, he even pinned it for me. My golden brooch.

After painting, he hid the painting in a cabinet.

He originally planned to hang this painting on the wall of the manor together with his portrait, but I think this is very inappropriate. After all, even Mrs. Alice has not been able to get the portrait of the owner of the manor. How many curious eyes there are.

We don't need to be too conspicuous, a peaceful life is more important to us.

But what happened next was dumbfounding.

I received brand new white leggings from the Viscount.

In the bedroom, he would occasionally let me dress it up.

He bought these leggings from a department store, and I still remember that day.

Department store is a new term. In the capital, a smart businessman opened a big shop that sells everything.

Furniture, clothing, jewellery, lace, parasols... you name it.

And many things are complete sets, such as a set of clothes, there will be several sizes, large and small, all of which are made exactly the same.The style is very beautiful, the price is quite cheap, and it is very popular with some women who are relatively poor.

Although many respectable people don't like this kind of store, they think that things that are not tailor-made are not high-end enough, but Oscar obviously thinks that this businessman's idea is very good, he even went to the store to observe it in person, and seems to be interested in investing.

It was in this store that he saw the leggings.

In the women's clothing department...

In order to win Oscar's investment, the owner entertained us in the evening, only Oscar was a guest, and he was free to visit, so it didn't matter even if he visited the women's clothing counter.

The things sold in the counter are a bit blushing.

All kinds of corsets, suspenders, petticoats, and pajamas from France...

So Mr. Oscar seemed to have suddenly fallen into a magical place, his eyes fixed on the tights and he couldn't move his eyes away.

The owner smiled very understandingly. Every gentleman who comes here behaves like this. This place is not only a paradise for women, but also a paradise for men. Just looking at these cute things, gentlemen should be so excited I suppressed myself, thinking about how wonderful it would be to put on the sexy clothes I gave to the women I like, and then help them take them off with my own hands.

"My lord, this kind of trousers is a new style from France. I heard that women disguised as men are becoming popular. If you like them, they can be delivered to your home." The shopkeeper said empathetically.

Oscar nodded, then turned his eyes to a pair of pajamas hanging aside, it was a nightgown made of transparent tulle.

Before the Viscount could do something more embarrassing, I coughed hastily.

Oscar looked at me and I looked at him.

Oscar looked at the pajamas again, showing a bit of reluctance. After I coughed vigorously, he finally didn't open his mouth to buy the pajamas.

Neither of us discussed what happened that night afterward, not even after I received the leggings.

But I underestimated Lord Viscount's determination too much.

After half a month, I found the box containing the clear pajamas on the bed in my bedroom, and he finally got this thing.Sometimes, when encountering something that he really wants to achieve, such as being shy or something, he will be directly thrown into the Pacific Ocean by him.

That night, under his expectant gaze, I took off my coat, but I didn't wear anything underneath.

His bright eyes were obviously dimmed, and he looked at me very disappointedly. His pitiful look made me feel a little guilty, and I even thought about going back and crossing it again.

However, it's still hard to understand the viscount's interest. I'm completely naked. Wouldn't it be better to wear that strange dress to attract people?

The author has something to say: Oops, I made a mistake and sent it out. I originally wanted to put it in the manuscript box, so let’s take a look at it first. This is the day after tomorrow, so I don’t have it the day after tomorrow.