001. she'll open the door // open post.

[thetalavega]

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[bostova]

[ Oh, alright :T She lets Tala drag her off, reminding herself that this is for Brianna, and she has to look presentable, at least. Besides, if she gets too uncomfortable, the word 'No' exists for that reason. ]

[thetalavega]

Here we are!

[A little sing-song, as she's finally planting you in front of... a lot of racks and shelves full of clothes.]

Point out the colors that are a definite no-no, or colors that are totally YES, and I'll do the rest~

[bostova]

[ It helps, at least, that they're arranged by color.

She points, without hesitation, at the warm colors: the bright reds, the yellows and oranges, bright greens: ] No. Definitely no.

[thetalavega]

[Sweeping a critical eye, and then nodding. From the expression on your face, you'd think that you guys were picking out gear for a major operation.]

Yeah, those are WAY too loud. How about shades that you'd actually be okay with wearing?

[bostova]

[ Brianna's party is serious business, okay.

She points at the darker colors-- not really far off from the colors she usually wears. ]

I don't mind those, I guess.

[thetalavega]

Hmm... you'll definitely need lighter accents, though, if you're going for dark stuff as your base. Layers are totally in.

[Oh yeah!]

If you really don't end up liking anything here, there are SO many other shops to choose from. Okay?

[bostova]

I... okay.

[ Fuck. There are more shops. Fuck. ]

But what am I supposed to look for, exactly? For- for Brianna's party.

[thetalavega]

Really, REALLY good clubbing gear! You know, high boots, flattering stuff on your body, sexy things.

[Pointing to a bunch of things as examples. They don't look very practical...]

[bostova]

[ And that is exactly what she says: ]

Those do not look so practical. [ Squint. Point. ] How do you even wear that?

[thetalavega]

Club clothes are RARELY practical, but the look wonderful.

[It doesn't bother her at all, nope.]

Besides, I'll teach you how to wear them!

[Yes, she's going into the dressing room with you.]

[bostova]

[ Well, okay, if she needs to show her how that...needs to be put on, sure? She trusts Tala that much, at least. ]

It doesn't look like it would cover much.

[thetalavega]

Some if doesn't on purpose. I mean, it's all about being hot and awesome on the dance floor, or just in the area!

[AND THAT REMINDS HER...]

Oh, that means that we're going to have to get new lingerie for you too~

[bostova]

I... am not sure I like this. [ She just wants to look decent, not uncomfortable!

But she's totally okay with new lingerie. ]

...Just nothing with frills.

[thetalavega]

Okay! Frills are overrated anyway.

[And going back to the stand, expertly flipping out five different items for you. Give her a bit: she's holding each one out to you with a critical look.]

Yeah, these are TOTALLY your size. Come along, then!

[Aaaand taking your arm. It's dressing room time!]

[bostova]

[ So she gets dragged to the dressing room, a little baffled at how Tala seems to just be able to pick and choose clothes with just one look (Yulia takes forever, that is, if she even bothers to go out and actually, seriously buy clothes).

But she has to comment on one of the things Tala took with her. ]

That skirt, isn't it too short?

[thetalavega]

If we pair it with an awesomely long pair of boots, it won't matter!

[And stepping into the dressing room with you now after sending a beatific smile at the clerks, pulling the door shut behind you both, and matter-of-factly hanging up the items on the hook.]

Strip.

[bostova]

If we find one.

[ .........Huh. Been a while since another girl asked her to strip. Secretly amused, she starts taking her clothes off, stripping down to her embarrassingly plain underwear. ]

[thetalavega]

[Not an ounce of shyness in this one. In fact, you may feel a bit like a doll or a painting with the way she is studying your underwear.]

We are definitely getting you new things.

[Now whipping out the first strange... thing that she's picked out for you.]

Come here! Try this one first.

[bostova]

[ The difference between this dressing room and Mexico is that the dressing room is more private, which is why Yulia is okay with the scrutiny. That and she can't deny that Tala is a very attractive woman, and she did not mind being stared down by an attractive (but unfortunately married) woman while in her underwear. She's only slightly pink in the cheeks because Anya is insufferable and loves to tease.

She takes that small step closer so she could get the piece of clothing from Tala and try to figure out which zipper wasn't fake (why it needed more than one zipper will be beyond her; fashion is so weird) so she could wear it. Properly, she hoped. ]

Please tell me if I am doing this wrong.

[thetalavega]

[And if she's noticing that slight blush, she certainly isn't commenting on it. Maybe it's because she thinks it's a given that people think she's pretty.]

Hmm... oh!

[Then she's walking right over, to help you put it on.]

There we go~

[Her voice is sing-song as she's stepping back - and then you're going under scrutiny again, Bostova.]

[bostova]

[ She frowns. And takes a look at herself in the mirror. ]

Does not look good, does it?

[thetalavega]

It looks okay, but it doesn't quite bring out your Amazing.

[Yeah, you can hear the emphasis.]

Strip! We'll go for something else.

[bostova]

[ She doesn't really know what that emphasis is supposed to mean. But she does take it off (carefully). She's starting to think they might be stuck here all day. ]

Can't we go for something simpler this time? [ ...it's worth a try. ]

[thetalavega]

[SIGH.]

I suppose we'll have to.

[And handing over something significantly simpler. A decent dress that doesn't look like you have to bend yourself in all sorts of odd directions or know Girl's Scouts knots to get into.]

[bostova]

[ Well, that was easy. She takes the dress and tries it on.

Yulia likes this one better already, since it's easier to wear. It just feels like it's sticking too much to her skin (no, it isn't) which makes her frown at herself in the mirror. ]

I think it is a size too small.