"That's so kind of you," she drawls, as if she's just handed the dress to Cindy to hold onto for a moment- and then she reaches behind herself, pulling down a zip of her own and, with a graceful stretch, letting her dress pool at her feet.
When in doubt (not that she is ever in doubt, what an absurd idea, but hypothetically)- take your clothes off.
Today- probably fortunately- Irene is actually wearing underwear. Comprehensive underwear, in fact, covering all sorts of sins with plenty of black lace. Really, she deserves some kind of award. The shop girl doesn't seem to appreciate this, and is in fact growing steadily more and more reminiscent of a (very stylish) deer in the headlights.
"So difficult to undress with your hands full, isn't it?" Irene holds out a hand for the return of the dress, smiling brightly. "You're a sweetheart. Even if I do think you've been terribly underexposed to people with spine."
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"That's so kind of you," she drawls, as if she's just handed the dress to Cindy to hold onto for a moment- and then she reaches behind herself, pulling down a zip of her own and, with a graceful stretch, letting her dress pool at her feet.
When in doubt (not that she is ever in doubt, what an absurd idea, but hypothetically)- take your clothes off.
Today- probably fortunately- Irene is actually wearing underwear. Comprehensive underwear, in fact, covering all sorts of sins with plenty of black lace. Really, she deserves some kind of award. The shop girl doesn't seem to appreciate this, and is in fact growing steadily more and more reminiscent of a (very stylish) deer in the headlights.
"So difficult to undress with your hands full, isn't it?" Irene holds out a hand for the return of the dress, smiling brightly. "You're a sweetheart. Even if I do think you've been terribly underexposed to people with spine."