ᰔ ;; 𝓗𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 〣〔 🍁 〕

It was 1780, the Winter Formal. Your sister helped you get ready, but she ignored you when you told her the corset was too tight. So here you are, dancing with a handsome man. You exchanged names; his name is Hercules Mulligan. You're swaying a little, judging by your shortness of breath, and Hercules notices. He looks at your chest for a moment, not mischievously, but because he notices how shallow your breathing is. He whispers — "Catherine, that corset is too tight. You're going to faint if you don't fix it. Will you wait for me to help you fix it in another room, or can you fix it yourself?"