"Ah, yes, Alice," he said slowly, satisfied and smirking. He turned his body away from her to look out the small window in his room. "Well, Alice, I'll tell you, the Black Star has never had a [i]seamstress[/i]," he chuckled, imagining that his men's clothing was in retched condition. They had been at sea for a long time, and the fact they truly resembled a motley crew never bothered them, but who knows? It could be nice to have a woman's touch on the the dominant ship. Any women they came in contact with was usually at a port that they pillaged or taverns they frequented. Who knew that pristine ladies loved pirates so much?

Vic swiveled back around when he heard the labored breathing from Alice. "Aye, are you alright?" he asked with a raised eyebrow looking at her torso. He walked behind the trembling girl, examined the delicate buttons that laced up her back, and yanked on them, causing them to undo to her lower back. "One of those bloody things. I don't know how a lady does it," he said unamused, his rough fingers beginning to work at the ties that were obviously causing the woman pain. Once it was disassembled, he pulled from one side and somehow slid the piece off of her while her dress remained in place. 

He strutted into her view once again, dangling the corset in his hand. "No need for such things on the Black Star, m'lady," he spoke sternly, the last work oozing with sarcasm. He threw it across his room into the corner. "Well, as much as you would probably assume I was, I am not a savage. And I must keep you alive. My men are quite... lively. So," his eyes darted towards his bed. "You can rest in here for the duration of your stay. I'll turn in with my men below the deck. Please don't do anything to upset your hosts." He turned towards the French doors that separated his room from the deck, grabbing his bottle of rum from the desk and exiting the room. "Sweet dreams, Alice Rohan."