Airplaneshipping Prompt - Clothes Shopping
- Compared to most of Skyla's choices, this dress was quite presentable. Silky smooth, black with a series of white lines embedded with glittering beads and slung over one shoulder, complete with flowing skirt. Elesa likes it, turning this way and that to examine herself in front of the mirror. Tight on the waist, but overall form-fitting and silky smooth on her skin. Not bad. The design could do with more contrast, perhaps a cut to the skirt to let one of her legs bare, but not bad. If she went back to blonde, got a different pair of headphones, Elesa thinks she could work this into a charming late-night-party theme. A little blend of casual and sophisticated, well suited for a bar or a suite- "C'mon, Elesa, don't take all day! We don't all age as gracefully as you!" Elesa smiles, chuckles. Impatient as ever, her dear friend. Well, if she's going to perform, she ought to look her best doing it. Reaching into her handbag, Elesa procures eyeliner and a lipstick, applying both tactfully to give herself that perfect dash of shadow, that extra glimmer of pink. Elesa admires herself as she slings the handbag over her bare shoulder before turning to the curtain. She envisions a vast stage and cheering crowds beyond, then steps out with a supermodel's grace. Skyla is sat opposite the booth, phone in hand, and she gasps in delight as Elesa presents herself with a flourish. Clapping one hand to her cheek, she voices her wonder at Elesa's beauty, gibbering for her to strike a pose. Elesa loves the way Skyla's cheeks flush, the bright adoration in her eyes, and laughs as she settles into their routine. Elesa snaps from one to pose to the next; playful, coy, innocent, dramatic. Skyla is delighted, her phone capturing every angle Elesa emphasized as she rapidly chirps requests. "That's it, love the pout! Look at the camera now, smile real nice for me. Ooh, maybe a bit more leg on this next one? Ah, you're so stylish!" Candidly, Elesa does love posing for Skyla. Even if the outfits she picked were garish, it was how Skyla reacted so enthusiastically to her presentation. The way she smiled, laughed, joked around like an amateur photographer, it was sincerely gratifying. Of course, these shopping trips weren't just for Skyla to have fun snapping pics of Elesa in gaudy outfits. Elesa's got some outfits herself for Skyla to try, outfits that make her muse on how good Skyla would look strutting down the catwalk. Gathering her possessions from the booth, Elesa smirks mischievously as she holds up a black bag and waves it before her friend. "Alright, sweetie, your turn. I think you'll like this one, it's got just the flair to really bring out your eyes and match your hair. Daresay it'll have you looking real high-fly!" She expected Skyla to laugh/groan at the pun, but Skyla hesitates. The blush on her cheeks deepening, Skyla's expression goes rather shy as she purses her lips, contemplating. Setting her phone down, Skyla takes a deep breath and reaches into the bag next to her, pulling out a package that she keeps hidden by her side. As Elesa raises an eyebrow enquiringly, Skyla sheepishly elaborates. "Oh, um, thank you, Elesa, but I kinda wanted to try this one on first. I, uh, really think it'll be something special. Do you mind?" "Of course not. I'm sure it'll look dazzling on you." Skyla smiles, but Elesa doesn't miss the odd way her eyes avert their gaze, how her expression seems rather nervous now. Skyla shuffles past her into the booth, quickly closing the curtain behind her, and Elesa takes the time to sit down and ponder.
Not often Skyla got antsy around her. She used to be nervous when they first met, but over time she'd gotten perfectly comfortable around her. Elesa wonders if she'd come on too strong with her poses, or maybe that pun wasn't as good as it could've been. It's not an encouraging thought, potentially making her friend uncomfortable, and Elesa hopes that whatever outfit she's picked would perk her up. A few minutes of solemn contemplation pass, before Elesa perks up when Skyla (rather meekly) calls that she's ready. Setting up her camera, Elesa masks her concerns with a cheerful expression, deciding that whatever the matter was, she'd make as enthusiastic an audience for Skyla as she was for her. "Alright, come out whenever you're ready, sweetie. I'm always keen for a shocking experience!" A little giggle behind the curtain, stuttering ever so slightly. The curtains shift, and Elesa widens her smile in readiness to brighten Skyla's mood. Skyla steps out and- Oh. Elesa goes still. Her expression slacks. Her eyes widen, briefly unable to comprehend what she was looking at. Her hand lowers, as she stares with what can only be wonder. Skyla was gorgeous. Skyla was looking absolutely, heartbreakingly, gorgeous. Elesa had always thought her gorgeous, but had she truly appreciated how much? Maybe Skyla had decided now was the time to show Elesa just how well she could model. The dress Skyla wore was a lavish pink and clung tight to her curves, billowing out from the hips into a long flowery skirt that stopped before the knees. Thin straps lined with elegant ties curled around her shoulders and neck, displaying ample amounts of her skin. Florid patterns lined the dress, culminating in large 'petals' curled around Skyla's chest. She's undone her usual hair bun, letting a loose wave of red frame her face, and Elesa forgets to breathe as she stares, seeing how it emphasizes Skyla's contours... Oh. Skyla's blushing brightly, but the smile she wears is radiant. Looking shyly at Elesa, Skyla carefully lifts her skirt in both hands and twirls, making it flutter around her as she moved. Her hair flows smoothly with the motion, the turn of her body showing off her bare back. Had she always stretched her legs so elegantly? Elesa follows every motion with wonder, unable to think of anything more sophisticated than marvelling at Skyla's beauty. "Do you like it, Elesa?" The soft way Skyla asks breaks Elesa's mesmerised state. She feels like she has to remember herself, to breathe steadily. Elesa looks at Skyla as if her vision had been blurred but now could see clearly. Setting her phone aside, Elesa stands up and slowly steps forward. Skyla waits, cheeks flushed and her eyes imploring as she gazes up at the taller woman. Elesa can't say what compels her, but her hands reach out and gently caress Skyla's cheeks. Skyla trembles, reaching to grasp Elesa's wrists, expression mingled between uncertainty and affection. Feeling her smooth warm skin, Elesa feels like time has halted. Skyla looks so magnificently beautiful. How has Elesa taken so long to truly appreciate how beautiful she was? "I love it." Elesa leans forward on impulse but hesitates, struck by how fast she was going. Breathing deeply, she bites her lip and starts to withdraw- But Skyla's grip tightens. Elesa looks at her, surprised, and Skyla looks back with certainty. She leans forward, and her lips slowly purse. She's so beautiful. Elesa can't believe she's taken so long to appreciate that. Mustering her resolve, Elesa closes her eyes and leans in to meet Skyla. The gentle warmth of her breath brushes over her lips. They move closer, a whisper passing between them. The kiss is short, but it's warm, soothing. Elesa draws back with a newfound sense of awe, and Skyla gazes at her with a shy pleasure. Elesa's hands fall from her cheeks, stroking down her billowing dress, and the tender moment lingers between them. Skyla exhales softly, managing a jovial whisper. "I think I'll buy it then."
