Brendon spotted Eleanor with two other women her age, presumably Olivia and Isabelle. Brendon felt a slight satisfaction when he noticed that one looked a bit unfashionably tanned, and other looked a little thick around the waist. He paused, not sure why those facts felt like triumphs, but shook it off and made his way over to the group.
As he went to join him, his posture changed, his steps growing smaller, his chest thrusting out, his stomach sucking in, his hips swaying slightly (though not too much, of course), his shoulders back and his hands clasped together. Always good to make a good first impression.
"Ah, there you are," Eleanor said, with a wide smile. "My friends, I'd like you to meet my new friend," she says, before turning back to Brendon. "This is Isabelle," she said, indicating the one with a bit of a lowborn tan to her, "and this is Olivia," she said, indicating the one who looked ready to burst from her corset.
Brendon gave a curtsy, though it still look starnge without a skirt. "Hello there, I'm Brenden Thamas," he said, no one seeming to notice the further shift to his name.
