"My mother says I look good in green." I listen, of course, but once she's actually being useful there's no real reason (at the moment) to look her way. I rummage through the dresses instead, not looking for anything in particular but looking all the same. "I don't like green. I like red and yellow and dark blue."
"Nothing green, then," I say before glancing up. "It makes this whole ordeal pointless, doesn't it? If you don't walk away with an impractical little something that'll probably annoy your mother?"
"And I want to make an impression on-on someone." Hmm. But I expected as much. The Sacred Whore isn't a place most people come to regularly. There's most often a reason behind it.
"In that case, no red. It's too obvious." I move to the other side of the clothing rack and give her another glance over on the way past. Yes, I may have something in mind, the rough sketch of an idea at least. "You don't want to seem desperate, do you?" Of course not. "A darker blue would suit you, but not in June."
I wonder, idly, who has caught her eye. I'll find out eventually, I'm sure, so it's not the most nagging curiosity. Yet. "So yellow it is. Now exactly how short is not too short? As you can imagine, we may have different ideas on that." Not that I wouldn't love to see her face as she walked out of the dressing room in a thin babydoll number.
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Date: 2012-01-17 05:58 am (UTC)"Nothing green, then," I say before glancing up. "It makes this whole ordeal pointless, doesn't it? If you don't walk away with an impractical little something that'll probably annoy your mother?"
"And I want to make an impression on-on someone." Hmm. But I expected as much. The Sacred Whore isn't a place most people come to regularly. There's most often a reason behind it.
"In that case, no red. It's too obvious." I move to the other side of the clothing rack and give her another glance over on the way past. Yes, I may have something in mind, the rough sketch of an idea at least. "You don't want to seem desperate, do you?" Of course not. "A darker blue would suit you, but not in June."
I wonder, idly, who has caught her eye. I'll find out eventually, I'm sure, so it's not the most nagging curiosity. Yet. "So yellow it is. Now exactly how short is not too short? As you can imagine, we may have different ideas on that." Not that I wouldn't love to see her face as she walked out of the dressing room in a thin babydoll number.