I've seen pictures of actual corsets that constrict more than Tom's picture, disturbingly enough. If you use one long enough, it can displace internal organs and allow even tighter fit. Needless to say, it's not all that healthy. If you wonder why women fainted all the time in Victorian novels, wonder no more.
Well since the girls is Tea, he must be Coffee? Kek.
Although page 559 (your second link) is really interesting. We've got Tea and Coffee in a rowboat, perhaps like a lifeboat? Also, those are bomber planes above. What's going on in that page, Tom?
Do Brits like coffee? And the boat's named Mary Celeste. That's...
Some of them do. Tea's more their thing, but there is a minority.
Do lifeboats tend to labelled with their mothership's name? Well no, that makes sense. If someone finds the lifeboat then they'll know what ship it was from. So what the hell are the bombers for? Maybe it's during the Battle of Britain? What are those buildings in the background? What the hell is going on in this page Tom?
Gotta rewatch Léon: The Professional over the holidays. Awesome flick and way too long since last I saw it.
I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment and of unnameable beauty.
Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust.
And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.