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As she wandered around the house casually pacing a knock was heard at the door of the Dacian residence, given this Kasmina found herself at the door soon after rather confused by the sight before her. What she saw before her was a woman who could not have been sent by anyone but Sorin as her appearance was rather strange. Even so the young woman met her with a kind smile and general good demeanor. "Good Morning, Miss. I assume I am the one you seek, my name is Kasmina." said the emerald eyed woman as she looked onward to what she assumed was a vampire and wondered why this girl who appeared to be younger than herself was out during the day time.

As she stared at her now ruined nails, the blonde girl had her attention pulled away by the door in front of her being opened. There stood the woman who would be the focus of her attention until her task was completed. She gave this woman a once-over during her introduction, figuring up the amount of work that would have to be done for her. Indeed, this girl was both the messenger of Sorin, and the seamstress meant to craft Kasmina the most elegant wedding dress in all the land. "Kasmina Elise Dacian Phantomhive, yes?" she said. Wasting no time, she allowed her tongue to immediately continue moving toward the formation of her next clause. "I am Madalina Cojocaru. Congratulations on your engagement to Lord Phantomhive. I'll be seeing to the dress today, and I also have information for where and when your wedding will take place. If you would be so kind as to invite me inside, we can begin. It would also benefit me greatly to get out of this dreadful sunlight. " Madalina was, in fact, a vampire. She was of a different sort than Sorin, though; the sun burned her flesh, and she could not enter a home without prior invitation. She did not need to remain within this building for long, but she did prefer to inspect the general style of her subject before going to work.

Kasmina was more than a bit stunned by the way this woman chose to name her. She couldn't keep the surprise off her face but she supposed it was close enough to being true that she couldn't well disagree with the statement. "Yes, that is what my name will be," she said seeming to think it over as over the course of the day the idea of this marriage was becoming realer to the young woman. Green eyes looked over the young woman who by her assertions of needing to be invited in and wanting to get out of the sun was apparently a vampire. Not one to be rude, Kasmina soon stepped to the side and opened the door for her. It seemed she was to make her dress and be the one to give her the messages she was to receive from her betrothed. "Thank you for the sentiments, and I am quite sorry about that, I have been rude. Please come in, Madalina." she said extending an invitation to the young woman that she might come in and get out of the sun. As soon as she stepped inside the young woman would close the door behind them allowing her to enjoy the indoors without the unnecessary sunlight.

"If that is what your name is to be, that is how I will acknowledge you for the duration of this day. I am not so righteous as Sir Phantomhive. While you retain humanity, I will need to remember that you are... marked for claiming," she explained. The scent of human blood was something which drove Madalina to feed, no matter whose it was. Unlike Sorin, though, she did not limit herself to feeding on certain types of individuals. Her soul was long since lost to damnation, but she was loyal to Sorin enough that she would keep her fangs away from the woman meant to be his wife.

Once she was properly invited into Kasmina's home, Madalina passed the threshold to the interior. Without hesitation, she followed Kasmina's scent directly to her room, closing her parasol en route to the wardrobe. A thorough inspection ensued. Madalina had to absorb the knowledge of this woman's preferred ensemble to have inspiration for her ultimate dress. "Hmm. This won't do at all. I had hoped this would be a simple ordeal that I would not need to move for, but... I suppose Lord Phantomhive was never likely to take a bride that would be so mediocre. Come with me. Your betrothed will have to forgive me for allowing you to travel this way." Without further ado, Madalina held out her left hand. If Kasmina were to take said hand, a shroud of darkness would encompass the pair.

Moments later, they would appear in a location familiar only to Madalina: Her personal sewing room. It was incredibly dark within, but Madalina's eyes glowed in a way that would illuminate her smiling, childlike face around them. There wasn't much to this location outside of the more basic materials. A single, small needle accompanied massive amounts of thread in various colors. These spools were positioned around one mannequin, which had at its base a large chest filled with the only other items Madalina needed. "Disrobe," she said with a nonchalant wave of her left hand, while taking up the singular needle with her right forefinger and thumb. "You can see well enough to manage yourself, I assume?"

It seemed this woman's movements would take her towards Kasmina's bedroom, as the host of this particular endeavor she supposed it was only right that she followed along. She was informed along the way why this particular woman chose to address her by the full name she'd possess once married and it was apparently simply a reminder to herself that she shouldn't bite the young woman before her. "Address me as you like," she said seeming to be alright with this regardless of the implications of herself as food in this moment.

Once within Kasmina's bedroom the blonde woman seemed content to look through her clothing choices for some reason. Beyond this there was some utterance of disapproval, but not at her clothing choices but simply because a change of venue would apparently be necessary. This was explained by Madalina as a lack of mediocrity in Kasmina's clothing choices. 'I suppose I should take that as a compliment...' she thought absently. When the green eyed woman considered this she supposed it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say, and as this woman was charged with being her dress making and was trusted by Sorin she took the outstretched hand into darkness which led apparently to this woman's personal sewing room. Once within Kasmina's eyes needed a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, but adjust they would, given her own constant night outings. It was then mentioned that she should disrobe and the pair of them being the only ones in the room made her comply without hesitation and only minor commentary to ensue.

"My eyes will adjust just fine. Though I am fairly certain I could manage to disrobe blind... only dressing properly would be an issue..." she mentioned as she undid the tie at her neck and multiple buttons along her shirt before slipping it off her shoulders. Next would come ruffled skirt and shoes and that would leave the girl standing in just thigh height silk stockings and her underwear and corset. She figured this was disrobed enough for whatever reason, though if more was needed she'd likely comply with little to no fuss.

From what Madalina had seen of this woman's wardrobe, she already knew what sort of color scheme to apply to this dress. Telekinesis was among her powers as a vampire, and she made use of this by willing threads from their spools in the colors black, white, and red. These thin lines of thread remained hovering in the air around the vampire as she awaited the discarding of Kasmina's clothes. This came in a way that left Kasmina standing before the blonde in her undergarments. A sigh escaped Madalina.

A secondary application of telekinesis ensued. This time, Madalina's purpose was to untie her corset from a distance. "Cheap," she said to give reason to her efforts. The quality of these garbs were far beneath her craft, and she would not have a dress of her creation touching it in any way. "I mean you no disrespect, but Lord Phantomhive's full wardrobe has been designed by yours truly. I would see to it that his betrothed upholds the same quality of dress. What remains under the dress will be seen shortly after the wedding, no?" As these words were spoken, those glowing red eyes seemed to narrow toward the black-haired woman. The slightest upturn of her lips at the left side of her mouth allowed one fang to protrude from within with a gleam of its own. "Off with the rest."

Kasmina was nothing if not capable of holding herself together during such an interesting moments as these. It seemed that this particular woman was rather keen on Kasmina removing what little remained of her clothing. Going so far as to undo the corset which caused it to slip and begin sliding down until it met the swell of her hips, exposing the young woman's chest. "Ah, I see. Well, one would not want to upset their seamstress... as you like," she said. She knew that people who did such tasks for anyone were often very picky about their own work, from experience it said that she could not have something lesser quality than what those were willing to allow. Even so, she couldn't help the slight reddening of her own face as it was mentioned that what was underneath her dress would be seen soon after the wedding. Though she'd accepted this as one of the primary functions of being married, somehow the idea of being naked in front of her husband was still the tiniest bit embarrassing. Or maybe not... regardless of how she chose to wrestle with these wayward thoughts of hers she soon enough found herself stripped down to nothing hands clasped casually behind her back for lack of knowing what to do with herself standing so very naked in front of a relative stranger.

As Kasmina finished disrobing, the blood pooling in her face produced a reaction of shock from Madalina. Her next inhale would nearly drive her into instantaneous madness. She was easily capable of restraining herself for the sake of Sorin, but while also having a proper look at this woman in her birthday suit, many things were made clear. "My goodness. The Count will certainly be satisfied with you," the young-looking vampire had to say. Hazarding the close proximity, Madalina stepped toward Kasmina and stripped her of her bonnet, leaving raven locks to billow and cascade over her back and shoulders. Seeing this massive heap of hair brought a widening to Madalina's eyes.

"Hmm..." she murmured. Something would have to be done with this as well; modesty was sure to be thrown out the window here. For now, though, Madalina threaded her needle with a string of black silk, leaving it attached to the spool as she strangely stared at the pelvic region of this mortal. A string of white silk remained in close proximity to her, but she forewent use of it for the moment. She would be making something she'd never even attempted before this moment. Using the air, and her eyes as measure, her hands began telekinetically guiding the threaded needle and the white silk. Primarily, she focused on the former to forge black undergarments with only white accents across them. At the top of this garment, she gave an additional layer to cascade over the rest. What she formed was a sort of veil to overlay the garment; a strong, hexagonal design to make a lacy, floating look to the additional part. This process took approximately one minute, thanks in large part to her ability to move the needle as fast as her mind could visualize the movements. With the breaking of the final thread, she was done with this, and moving on to tear apart the previously discarded corset. The underwear were, in the meantime, placed upon the mannequin. "You may return your old ones to your person now. I only needed the bare measurements of your hips and spacing of your thighs. Are these to your liking, my Countess?"

Kasmina soon enough found herself completely naked before this young looking blonde, who seemed content to appraise her just a bit. Her statement that the Count would indeed be satisfied with her after viewing her naked form made the raven haired lass' eyes widen just a little. "I would hope so," she said seeming to allow this comment to fall from her face as she tried to keep herself from blushing too much. Soon there after the bonnet was removed from her head much to her own surprise, and her locks were allowed to tumble freely all the way down her back past her waist even. Her hair was significantly long and well cared for considering it generally unseen by everyone. The widening of this woman's eyes cued Kamina to two things. The first of which was, that her eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness of this space as she was now capable of seeing the full expression on the face of her vampire seamstress. The second thing was that this woman thought something of her hair which Kasmina wasn't necessarily sure how to quantify.

Regardless of this she could now see and watched the woman as she began her work, creating first and foremost a pair of underwear the likes of which Kasmina had never seen before in her life. They were created quickly and with such accuracy that the girl was left dumbfounded by the skill shown in this young woman's craft. It wasn't to say that Kasmina had never before in her life seen a skilled seamstress, it was just the sheer difference of what this woman was capable of in time with her abilities which was amazing. "I've never seen anything like that before. You are quite amazing, Madalina," she said of the undergarments while returning her own to her person. "They are very much to my liking," she managed, seeming to think there would be much fun to be had with this change in wardrobe. She was very content to watching this girl work as it was more than obvious that the supernatural application to a daily activity was well beyond anything she could expect. 'No wonder Lord Phantomhive claims to use his abilities freely while not hiding from the masses. Things like this are amazing...' she thought with wide eyes.

"I'm certain you do," was Madalina's response to the other woman's hopes. She quickly dismissed this matter to focus on her work, but she was sure to keep an open ear to Kasmina's opinion of the first piece. As she'd come to expect, there was nothing but praise for her craft. Sorin had been the only person she'd worked for regularly for a very long time now, and he'd never given anything but the greatest compliments for what Madalina offered. It was to be expected that his future bride would be no different.

After dismantling the corset, Madalina fixated her gaze once more on Kasmina's bare flesh, this time focusing more on her upper body. While her needle and thread began to work around the frame of the corset, she walked in slow circles around the human. She needed to observe a bit more intently this time, in order to receive the proper measurements and curvature on Kasmina's torso. The corset's frame was slowly being readjusted to more perfectly fit the woman as she was now, since her size and shape was liable to never change again after tomorrow. The corset was to become one for appearance only, and in only a few short minutes, it was complete. It was now black lace with underlying red to form diamond patterns with flowers at each point. Red and black threads held it together around the mannequin as she moved on to quickly forming a garter belt and stockings without much need for measurements. "You may return to your old corset now. I'd rather not be forced to gaze at your bust all night. I am prone to jealousy."