[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

221b Baker Street, London

"Sir, help me." Gloria shook the lace corset in her hand to the consulting detective, "I need you."

Sherlock could almost imagine the effect of that little thing on her body, he frowned, "You're thin enough that you don't need a corset to draw out your waist."

The blonde girl flicked her hair to reveal her pointed ears, "If you don't want to do it for me, I can find someone else. Hugh is waiting downstairs."

Tonight's private ball was held in the Grosvenor family's Victorian castle.

Sherlock stared at her, and the blonde smiled sweetly.

"Tighter, sir." Gloria leaned her arms against the wall, and Mr. Holmes was tightening the girdle around her back.

The lace loomingly reveals the girl's fair skin, not to mention that she is only wearing a clear white lace panties besides the corset at this time, Sherlock can hear her seductive breathing every time the corset is tightened , the man put his pale fingers on her waist, "Gloria, don't go too far."

"That's fine, don't tighten it any more." She deliberately pretended not to understand what Mr. Holmes was saying, and then continued to give instructions, "Now put the dress on me, sir."

Sherlock: "...I am not your servant, ma'am."

"Do you want me to find a servant to dress me in a corset and gown?" Gloria smiled innocently. "If you want, I can do it in a few seconds."

So the court dress that used a lot of lace and ribbons was put on her body. Look, it's better to be good, and she will only be obedient if she threatens it.

The Victorian era was full of retro trends, and British clothing during this period was a gorgeous and subtle soft style, such as this one on Gloria, the antique high-end custom-made lace is full of sentiment, and the combination with the ribbon looks gorgeous, complicated and exquisite Peerless.

Different from the Napoleonic era, the high-waist design of the Victorian dress emphasizes the overall slender lines. Gloria raised her chin and asked her boyfriend to tidy up the neckline for her. Sexy and alluring lines.

"Sir, I really don't want to be separated from you." Gloria raised her arms to hold Sherlock's fingers tied at her collar, and the fluffy lantern sleeves slid down, revealing her beautiful and slender wrists.

Sherlock looked at the blond girl who looked radiant in a court gown, "I'm not interested in silly retro balls."

"Don't you want me to stay?" Gloria's round red lips curled into a smile, and the moles on her cheeks were delicate and alluring.

Sherlock's mottled green eyes contained the entire sea of ​​stars, "What do you want me to do."

"Advance our appointment a few days." Gloria's breath pressed against his collarbone.

Holmes: "..."

Gloria, who was rejected again, pulled away from him irritably, "It's so annoying, xing. is cold, tsundere."

Sherlock threatens her, "Gloria—"

"After the dance tonight, I have a girl-talk," said the blonde, unmoved by Mr. Holmes' threat, she blinked her gray-blue eyes, "the kind that lasted all night."

Sherlock frowned beautifully, his abstinence temperament became more distinct, "Are you going to stay out at night?"

"Yeap, girls always like to talk all night long." She shrugged.

The consulting detective evoked a fake and kind smile expressionlessly, "You can try it."

Hugh Grosvenor in the extended limousine looked at Gloria with a smile, "I've never seen anyone make you so angry, usually you make people want to cry."

"It's unbelievable," Gloria sighed, tossing the bag aside, "I feel like he's pinching my heart."

The young nobleman who was stuffed with dog food made an unkind suggestion, "Maybe you should try something else."

"Are you tempting me to cheat?"

"Oh, that's just an immature little suggestion."

Gloria bluntly refused, "There is only one Sherlock Holmes in this world."

The young noble who was stuffed with a second handful of dog food: I really want to kick her out of the car.

This Victorian-era castle is very luxurious. The decorative large dome is covered with exquisite and intricate reliefs. It looks like a theater-like building. There are even small compartments with gauze curtains beside the banquet hall. Semi-private design like a box.

The gorgeous interior is soft and full, covered with exquisite and gorgeous weaving patterns, the golden crystal chandeliers reflect the light, and the men and women in the ball wear retro and elegant court dresses, bringing the illusion of turning back time and space. Of course, if you ignore the auditorium The words of the stripper on the small stage in the middle.

Gloria raised her eyebrows, "I thought it was a serious retro ball."

"I'm not the planner of this ball. In fact, you should have been the planner. But because the lady in front of me wants to follow her boyfriend to solve a card fraud case, she has no time to deal with these trivial matters." The handsome noble said bluntly.

"That's an interesting case," Gloria said, looking at the sexy dancers on the small stage. "At least they were wearing Victorian clothes." Lingerie, though.

Hugh Grosvenor didn't have a high enough ability to accept this ball, he looked at the gentlemen and ladies who came and went, "It's not even an internal ball for Westminster students, oh, that man seems to have just met his lover last week married banker."

Gloria sighed, "I might as well stay on Baker Street and deal with the threatening letter case received by the manager of Barclays Bank with Mr. Holmes."

"Threat letter?" Xio asked curiously.

"Yes, the threatening letter asked the bank to send a female employee to deliver 300 million pounds to the designated place before [-]:[-] p.m. yesterday, otherwise the manager's home would be blown up. Scotland Yard deployed fifty people at the designated place The police, but the prisoner didn't show up." Gloria took a glass of juice from the silver tray held up by the barman.

Hugh expresses his opinion, "Maybe it's just a prank?"

"I hope so," Gloria raised her eyebrows. "I just hope that after three days, no one will commit crimes on that day."

Grosvenor teased with a laugh, "Oh, your virginity plan."

"Stop laughing, I can't help splashing juice on your face." Gloria said with a dark face.

The young nobleman regained his gentlemanly expression, and his voice was full of kindness, "dluck."

"I think you despise me," Gloria said.

"Yes, that's right, ma'am."

Goldilocks threatened, "I'm going to sell the news that you lost your virginity at 14 to The Sun."

"Then the entire North American continent will know that you are still a virgin."

"It will be gone in a few days!"

Hugh Grosvenor touched his eyebrows, "It's hard to say."

Gloria: ... Is it so obvious that Mr. Holmes is suspicious and indifferent?

When the two were bickering happily, they didn't know that a man and a woman in a delicate box opposite were observing them.

Irene Adler was wearing a black exquisite classical dress, "It's hard to imagine that you are so interested in a little girl, although she is indeed very beautiful," Irene looked at the little girl smiling at the young nobleman, " No, it's too pretty."

"I heard that you are currently engaged in a love triangle with the Chancellor and his wife," Moriarty suggested in a gorgeous soft voice, turning his neck. "This little girl seems to like the same sex as well."

Irene laughed suddenly, "I thought it was you who wanted to seduce yourself?"

"Me?" Moriarty shook his head exaggeratedly, "I'm not interested in feelings at all."

Irene Adler looked at the elf girl who was dancing with the young nobleman. Her angelic face seemed to brighten the banquet hall a lot. "A beautiful little girl can always make people excited."

"Of course, you are Irene Adler." Moriarty raised his glass.

Irene's gaze settled on the mole on Gloria's cheek, "I can't wait to hear her pleading voice, it must be very tempting."

Gloria spun back to Hugh, "What are you looking at?"

The handsome teenager with platinum hair whispered in her ear, "The lady in the black dress."

"Wow, she looks—" Gloria searched for adjectives in her head, "she's holding champagne, and for some reason she looks like she's holding a whip."

"It's a very correct impression. In fact, she is the famous Queen Shi Nue in the whole country."

Gloria raised her eyebrows, "Nationally famous?"

"There are always people who like to pay her for perverted stimulation. There are many dignitaries and dignitaries among these people, and even members of the royal family are involved." Xio led her to twirl, "I saw her in one of my father's residences."

Gloria admired, "The Duke of Westminster really has a wide range of hobbies."

"I don't know good or bad news," Xio whispered close to her, "that lady's eyes have been on you for a long time."

The blonde girl rested her fingers on his shoulders, "...do I look like a shiver?"

Hugh Grosvenor carefully observed the girl, and concluded from her angelic face, tender skin and seductive Lolita breath, "To be honest, it's very similar."

"—getout!"

"Bang—" This is destined to be an unpleasant dance party.

A pair of unknown men and women bumped into Gloria and Hugh because they were too involved in flirting. What is even more speechless is that the man even held a glass of wine in his hand, and it has now been poured on Gloria The dress originally belonged to Princess Beatrice, the youngest daughter of Queen Victoria.

What made Gloria even more angry was that it was given to her by Mr. Holmes!

This scene attracted everyone's attention, and Gloria's followers flocked over with concern. Gloria was like the most arrogant blonde rich girl who gave Xio an order, "Find me a room and change the skirt immediately. , Be sure to get rid of the stains on it."

In the classic bedroom, Gloria was standing barefoot on the floor in a corset. The dress had been taken out by the maid to deal with the stains. She began to regret why she didn't stay on Baker Street. This really couldn't be a worse night.

"Knock-"

It should be the maid who cleaned the gown and took it back. Gloria opened the door. The person who came was indeed holding the gown, but she was a little surprised by that face.

"Hi, Leah." Irene smiled sinisterly and charmingly.

Gloria raised the corners of her mouth politely, with an inexplicable Lolita air, "Hello, Ms. Adler."

"Your dress is very beautiful, I think she may have belonged to a princess," Queen Irene's strong and dark breath is very charming, "but I guess she must not be as beautiful as you."

Gloria let her in sideways, and then closed the door, "Thank you for the compliment,...but can I get dressed first."

Irene's gaze stayed on the little girl's slender and beautiful body for a second. The fair and tender skin is really suitable for nue, "—of course."

Gloria quickly put on the dress. After tying the bowknot a few times, she felt that it was not as beautiful as the one worn by Mr. Holmes. When she was about to give up, she suddenly heard the lady behind her say, "Maybe I can solve this little trouble for you."

Gloria was kind, "if you wish."

She never refuses a lady's request, especially if the other party is so beautiful.

When Adler got close to the elf girl, he could smell the faint scent of perfume on her body. It was too special, ambiguous and abstinent, making people want to stop. Queen Irene pursed her lips in satisfaction, she was really a lovely little girl.

Irene Adler tied a beautiful bow on Gloria's neckline. During the process, her fingers seemed to touch the girl's white skin unintentionally. Well, she was more satisfied.

"I heard that you have a girl-talk with the girls tonight?" Gloria's ability to buy people's hearts is superb. At the ball, many girls are discussing who has been invited to participate in the elf girl's best friend's midnight, "Do you mind changing?" Place? A date for two."

Gloria took Irene's fingers that slid down her collarbone, "You're my type, ma'am."

She turned around and picked up the mobile phone that was vibrating crazily, "But unfortunately, the person who drove me into madness has appeared, although he should not be my hobby."

Adler took the mobile phone from Gloria and pressed the call button, and entered his phone number charmingly, "If you regret it."

Outside the luxurious castle, a ghost sports car is parked by the side of the road.

Gloria walked out of the castle and saw Mr. Holmes's black natural curly hair showing a smug smile, hum, it makes you proud.

"Sir, let's go back to Baker Street, this dance is too bad." Gloria got into the co-pilot.

Sherlock was frowning at her neckline, "You took off your dress before."

Gloria: "..."

The consulting detective's pale fingers quickly untied the bow tie at her neckline, "Don't repeat that the dress was splashed with alcoholic beverages, what you have to explain now is who tied the bow tie for you."

Gloria blinked, her gray-blue eyes sparkling, "Are you jealous?"

Sherlock was well aware of his little girlfriend's obsession with beauty, so he re-tied a beautiful bow on Gloria's neckline without saying a word.

Gloria asked him to move obediently, "The bow tie you wear is the most beautiful."

The consulting detective's sharp facial features are indifferent and aloof, but it's hard to ignore the soft feeling in her heart because of her sweet smile.

"No one can compare to you," Gloria's lips did not even touch his, and Sherlock's lips could feel the breath of her soft lips saying, "You are the music that God showed to my blind eyes, The sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose, secret and endless."