He slicked back his oiled hair and adjusted his frilled shirt cuffs and crimson waistcoat.

Sitting back, Kruppe slipped his hands under his tight crimson waistcoat looking quite satisfied with himself.

Kruppe sat up, straightened his crimson waistcoat.

'Done!' He sighed contentedly and slipped his hands into the black silk sash that circled his crimson waistcoat.