Mary Ann Collman, Alfred Stevens. 1854.

Evening dress, red silk and black rose brocade , 1850s.

Evening dress made of silk

c. 1850-1855

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

1850: Night at the Opera (in collaboration with The Royal Thornolia Chronicles)

After my months-long Celtic spree, the time has come to briefly return to my old era of interest...

May I present to you a small 1850s set, made together with amazing Ali, the author of @theroyalthornoliachronicles! We're both so excited to finally share it with you all 💗 Make sure to check Ali's post for her half of the collaboration - practically necessary if you want your mid-Victorian gentlemen to be properly dressed for the evening!

While Ali dealt with the men, I focused - surprise surprise - on the ladies. And made two evening dresses, both inspired by the same fashion plate from ca. 1850:

If you follow Ali's story, you probably remember that a certain mademoiselle Eleanor Valery wore the dress on the right to an opera event. The dress on the left also made a short appearance, as it (or rather: its beta version) was worn by my simself Cecile, who was kindly invited to participate in the evening as well (no, that's not my real name. I just asked my husband to give me a random female French name, and that was the first thing he came up with ;)). And so both dresses are named after those characters: Eleanor and Cecile.

Both come in 29 swatches and I swear all of those colour combos come straight from mid-Victorian fashion plates - even if Ali claimed some of them remind her of 1980s Barbies ;)

polycount: ca. 17K for Eleanor (that's HIGH my friends, you have been warned. Believe me or not, it's mostly the fault of all those tiny deco flowers) and 7,5 for Cecile

Base Game compatible

HQ mod compatible (pictures taken with the mod)

Cecile uses glass shader for lace transparency = won’t work properly in laptop mode

all LODs

custom thumbnails, bump and specular maps, lots of satin shine

tagged as everyday and formal

found under long dress subcategory

colour tagged

disallowed for random

PDNs included if anyone wants to make recolours. You don’t need them for the mesh to work.

You might notice that they vary slightly in style, and that's because I put an insane amount of work into texturing Cecile, as somehow I couldn't get it to look any satisfactory with my usual methods. I love the result, but the whole process was so convoluted that I'm not even sure if I could still retrace all the steps, let alone redo Eleanor in the same style. So we're left with this small discrepancy between both dresses. Hope you don't mind!

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And now, once again, jump over to The Royal Thornolia Chronicles for the other half of the goodies :)

Silk Gown | c.1850

1850-1855 Silk Evening Dress.

Beige ball gown, 1856-1859, American or European.

Met Museum.

Dressing Gown

1850-1870

United Kingdom

Victoria & Albert Museum ( Accession Number: T.395-1980)

Le Bon Ton, November, 1857. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library

Victoria, Princess Royal. Unknown artist. 1856.

"well what happens if you have EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA in that lovely Victorian gown? hmm? huh? check and mate; modern clothing is superior!"

you fool

you underestimate the amount of dignity I will sacrifice on the Internet to be educational

because guess what? I got food poisoning in full Lucille Sharpe cosplay (with historical undergarments) at a friend's Halloween party last year

so I can tell you that, if you get intense diarrhea in a Victorian gown, you beat a speedy retreat to the toilet- and yes, post-1850s, there is a very good chance it WOULD be a flush toilet in many locations, but sub in "privy" if you like -you hike everything below the waist without regard for wrinkling, you arrange yourself on the toilet so that the crotch seam of your drawers is as wide open as humanly possible, you do not stray far from aforesaid toilet if you can avoid it, and at your earliest convenience you excuse yourself from public society to go home and change into more convenient loungewear for the duration of your affliction

kind of like you do in modern clothing

no, I would not say that the hiking of skirts and propping-open of drawers takes longer than unbuttoning and shoving down modern jeans/panties. no, nothing got soiled in the process

so now you know what happened when Victorian ladies got the shits. you're welcome

("but what if you're poor??? what if you're at work??? this is just rich people-" what do you do if you get diarrhea at work now? and don't think you can distract me from the fact that this question is generally meant as a smug, Well You THINK The Dresses Are Pretty, but ACKSHULLY... style of "gotcha," and therefore primarily brought up re: upper-class clothing)

A Month With Aespa (Ch 1)

(Aespa x Male Reader, 1850 words) Tags: Blowjobs, ownership kink, nice outfits, cum

Many would say that wasting your vast inheritance on such a vulgar thing would be an insult to your grandfather. But you knew the old bastard well enough to know that he would be cackling over how his well-maintained fortune would be wasted. After all, having the entirety of Aespa serve you for a month is worth the immense price that came with such an... indulgence. The gorgeous idols must listen to your every whim, though actions that would bring them lasting harm or hazard their careers were off-limits. The negotiations had been difficult in the extreme, but once enough zeroes had been tacked on to the sales tag the executives had seen reason (Well, that and several of them got vigorously pegged by the maids, the deviants).

So when the promised day comes, the beautiful girls of Aespa arrived at your estate, each of them dressed like dowried princesses. Garbed in elegant gowns, their hair subjected to onerous treatment, bedecked with flashy jewelry, their makeup the work of untold hours. With delicate, measured steps they move down the red carpet towards your (admittedly modest) mansion, eyes locked on the front doors. Looking down at them from the windows above the door, you greedily drink in the heady sight of these idols entering your domain. But it would be a poor host to not welcome such goddesses into your home, and you hurry down to the entryway just as the maids are opening the doors. You greet Aespa with the warmest of smiles, graciously inviting them in and humbly putting yourself at their service. The girls respond with cautious politeness, still not entirely sure as to the exact nature of their stay here.

To ease their minds, you take them on a brief tour of the residence, showing them the more relevant rooms for their stay. You discretely avoid the more... interesting rooms. Grandfather had been quite the randy goat up until his passing, always plowing the maids and relishing in exotic activities with them. So there are more than a few doors in the home that lead to, interesting accoutrements of pleasure. As well as to avoid any awkward revelations, you keep things short as a kindness to the girls, walking about in all that finery is quite exhausting. You end things by their personal rooms for their stay, surely they will want to settle in, and touch up before supper?

The maids give you coy smiles as you watch them prepare a proper meal for your new residents. The Old Man had been fond of helping around the kitchen, and while you ordinarily would honor his memory, you think it wise to show some restraint. After all, you must be at your best for your guests' first meal. Scurrying maids are sent to fetch the idols, no doubt playfully smirking at one another as they gather the girls for their dinner. The ladies enter the dining room in a cavalcade of expense, both in flesh and cloth, as radiant as they were when they first passed through your entryway. Karina in her deep black gown, fringed with lace and concealing her ample bosom; in comparison, Giselle's more modest breasts are on full display, pushed up by shapely dress edged with silver. Winter's attire is as pale as her name, demurely covering her chest while cascading down around her legs. Finally, Ningning is garbed in a dress that puts her lithe legs in the center of attention, while above her breasts are hardly covered as well. The entire ensemble is stunning, truly a feast for the eyes as they array themselves about the table; gracefully sliding onto stools that support their natural poise. You clap your hands, and dinner is served.

A simple three-course meal, supported by some truly excellent wine is laid out for Aespa to enjoy. Comprised mainly of dishes that are unlikely to make a mess (it would hardly be suitable after all the effort they put in for tonight), the ladies dig in with surprising enthusiasm; after all, they will be out of the public's exacting eye until they leave. You entertain them with light conversation, Grandfather didn't raise an uncultured boor after all, gently teasing out details of their lives and helping them relax. Karina leads the conversation, she seems naturally chatty and does a superb job in filling the silence. Giselle serves as a wonderful accompaniment to her, spicing the conversation with saucy stories as well as a healthy helping of sass. The other two, Ningning and Winter, remain mostly quiet throughout, shyly answering questions but rarely sallying forth with their own. After a suitable amount of time has passed (what sort of host would rush his guests?), you politely invite them to the lounge, perhaps they would like a nightcap to round of their meal? They graciously accept, and following you into a perhaps over-decorated parlor (Grandmother had loved her gilt), seating themselves on a pearled couch facing your chair. They sip gingerly at their drinks, enough to be polite but still have control over their senses; eyeing you with expectant curiosity. You had wined and dined them after all, some sort of... appreciation was social implied.

You could hardly be blunt about such things however, even if they were slaved to your whims by contract for the next 31 nights, it would be churlish to outright demand it. Giselle had been the feistiest at dinner, and her bosom was on such provocative display throughout supper... You cock an enquiring eyebrow at her, pointedly glancing at the pillow ever so discretely placed before your armchair. Aespa were hardly blushing virgins, they had undergone the rigors of idol training, no doubt engaging in frantic couplings with their compatriots or subject to extensive lovemaking from fans. So Giselle is able to pick up on your subtle cues, but seems resigned to her oncoming task. With a sigh of faint annoyance, she gathers herself and proceeds to kneel before you, perfectly placed between your outspread legs. She looks up at you with bemusement, a river of defiance still flowing through her as she prepares yourself. With the utmost politeness you tell her, "Upon your breasts, please", and she begins. Taking your already stiffening manhood out of your pants, she lowers her head onto it and takes you in her mouth. In that moment you knew that you were completely justified in your expenditure; even with an utter lack of enthusiasm, Giselle's skills were impeccable, even your lustiest maids could not compare. You unconsciously sigh with pleasure, tastelessly forgetting for a time that you had other guests to entertain, only able to focus solely on this idol's bobbing head... Your breath hikes with excitement, and Giselle pulls off of your cock, stroking it in workmanlike fashion as she angles it towards her exposed breasts. With a groan, you anoint her vast expanses of pale flesh with your creamy seed, long ropes of it spewing over her breasts until they are glistening in the soft lighting.

Giselle gives you a disparaging look as she surveys the mess drying upon her chest, before rudely letting your penis fall back onto your belly unsupported. She stalks back to the couch, rejoining the other girls, who give her glances of silent support and relief. You charmingly request that Winter take her place, and discover that while her countenance may be icy, her mouth is not. Her delicate technique allows you to engage your guests once more however, striking up a conversation with Aespa about their past experiences. Karina, her bubbly personality much more subdued, is still able to to keep up an exchange, studiously ignoring her groupmate's head moving between your thighs. When the time comes, you gently hold Winter steady as your thick semen surges into her warm, inviting mouth. She lets out the meekest noise of disgust as she swallows every last drop, her tongue dutifully milking your shaft until it is totally drained. She then shyly follows the same path Giselle did, and hurriedly sits back down on the couch, drinking her nightcap with much more enthusiasm now.

You take stock, and come to the unfortunate conclusion that your manhood would only be able to perform with any decorum only once more. Which would leave one of the lovely ladies of Aespa bereft of your desert tonight, an unconscionable failing for a host of your impeccable breeding. You muse upon the thorny issue, before deciding upon the most correct course of action that would satisfy all. Beaming, you beckon over both Karina and Ningning, groping around for another pillow so that they would be able to both kneel comfortably. Ningning eyes your slowly shrinking cock with a clinical air, while Karina gives you haltingly awkward smiles as she takes the initiative in leaning towards your crotch. She starts by tenderly kisses and sucking upon you, until your manhood swells up in readiness once more. Then Ningning passionlessly joins in, the both of them licking and kissing up and down your shaft with varying levels of enthusiasm. You sigh at the beautiful sight, the two of them looking up at you as they satisfy every inch of your cock, truly this is a wonderous moment to burn into your memories. You benevolently cup their cheeks in appreciation, thanking them whole-heartedly for such a magnificent performance. Surprisingly, Ningning seems to thaw a bit at your compliments, her reserved manner softening slightly due to your genuine attentions. While their mouths may have been putting on quite the performance, the pair's hands had been hard at work as well; plying your balls and encouraging them to rise to the occasion. An unashamed moan announces the arrival of your final climax, spouting out over both Karina and Ningning's faces, covering them in watery droplets dredge from the depths of your testes. Karina pouts at the mess you made on her makeup, while Ningning shows a vague glimmer of appreciation, while still giving a look of bland revulsion.

The pair rejoin their groupmates on the worn couch, Aespa now putting on a united front as they stare expectantly at you. Winter, looking a touch queasy, Giselle, her out-thrust breasts still sticky with your semen, and Karina and Ningning, faces thoroughly splattered with your seed. With the utmost politeness you sheath your manhood, pleasantly thanking for a wonderful night's entertainment; cordially inviting them to return to their rooms for the night. Of course, should any of them wish yo share your bed, you would be honored to oblige them. Aespa stand and bow graciously, Karina courteously declining your invitation this night, making vague promises for a later date. You smile amiably, shooing them off so that they may recover in peace from this erotic affair; their gifts had been more than satisfactory. They leave the lounge in a far more stilted manner than when they started the evening, their previous grace inhibited by their embarrassment. Truly it had been a marvelous night, and as you yawn and stretch, you muse upon the joys the morning will bring....

(A/N) This is likely to be a multi-chapter work, depending on how well this first one goes I will add more on. This was for sure more of a setup chapter with a good amount of fluff with some spice at the end :3

1854

Pink Taffeta and Tulle Ball Gown, 1858, American or French.

MFA Boston.

Steampunk PNGs, part 5.

(1. Beetle watch c. 1850–60, 2. Tiffany inkwell, 3. Pharmacy bottle, 4. Uranium glass perfume bottles, 5. “Muse of Electricity” by Harry Siddons Mowbray 1893, 6. Victorian glasses, 7. Victorian roller skates 1896–1913, 8. Pelisse gown from 1818, 9. Bronze and glass inkwell from early 1900s)