I heard the doors open so I reach for the next guests hand. I feel her glove woven of the finest silk with tenderness and love. The threads change from her fingers to her arm. They form embroidered ivy wrapping her arm.

‘May I take you to your seat miss?’ I ask as I grab onto the guide pool.

‘Yes, on the way may I ask you what you think of my dress?’ She replies opening what sounds like a fan.

‘Of course miss’ I reply as I use my hands as my minds eye.

Her gloves were silk and textured with the vine yet when I moved to her bust I discovered something most devine.

Her corset was made of smooth leather and fuzzy fur.

The hooks made of smooth polished stone.

And the strings from fiber cotton rope.

‘It is marvelous miss, it feels most splendid. I’m sure it will be the talk of the dinner’ I say as I head her to the dinning room.

‘Thank you young sir. I made it in my spare time. The fruits of the Forrest always feel so sublime’ she said as she held into my hand guiding it around her dress for me to feel.