convoitise

There’s a slight silence before he just nodded and took the piece that he had taken down from the wall. Bayley moved to the changing stall and went to put down her bag and began to strip down before carefully putting on the little number while peering at herself in the mirror for a moment. There were bags under her eyes and she looked tired. The feeling of the fabric against her skin made her a little pink and she smoothed her hands over it.

He pulls down a few more as he waits -- a white one in silken fabric with lace trim, a deep rouge one with push up cups and a soft mesh, and a corset-style set in black silk. He moves then towards the stall, and gently slips them over the top of the door. “Here. I think you might like these as well.” He pauses, and then hums a little. “How is the pink?”

“You’re welcome! And—I like this pink…” Bayley would smile again and takes it from him, “Um, can I have a couple of these? Maybe something with a little push up?” She’s gesturing to her chest and gives a light giggle, “Just—really something to make me feel good. Maybe in a blue and black as well.” She’s nodding a little more confidently and straightens her posture while pushing her dark hair from her eyes.

“I think this pink would look lovely with your skin tone.” He chuckles a bit, before he’s nodding a few times and pointing to one of the changing stalls. “If you like, I can pick a few out for you to try on?” He hums lowly, handing off the one he’d pulled down before he’s moving to another set, eyes roaming for something she might like as well. 

She’s nearly right up against him, looking behind her shoulder yet again. She’s glad that he knew what she was talking about, chewing her bottom lip, “Everything you have in here is pretty by the way. I think it’s real nice.” Bayley would murmur as she gives a little nod of her head, “I haven’t gone shopping for awhile…at least by myself.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s quite the compliment.” He hums a little, actually truly delighted by her words, since business had been slow since the break in. Humming a little, he flicks his hair from his eyes and then turns to look her over, a low hum rumbling in his chest before he’s sliding over to pull a babydoll off the wall. It was sheer, with ribbon lining the breasts as decoration. It came with a matching thong, and he holds it up to her, the deep pink fabric fluttering a little beneath the breeze of air conditioning. “Pick out anything you’d like.”

“You don’t have to apologize, really, it’s totally fine. Sometimes I forget until I’m here.” He laughs a bit, head giving a slight shake before broad shoulders shrug, and his eyes are flickering around the grounds of the church, head tipped a bit to the side. Aside from physical ailments, watching for hunters was just as hard. He may not be considered a ‘dark’ creature, but there are some hunters who couldn’t care less. “But seriously, it’s fine, darling. I’m not upset.”

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