[Event Post]

[bibeakerbabe]

::Knock knock on Theresa's door.::

Comments

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...do you have a screen or something I could change behind?

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Not on me. Sorry.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...I think I'll go back to my room when I change. ...if that's okay.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... Uh. Not to make you antsy, but wouldn't your room be a more likely place for Cameras?

::Blinks.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Which is why I checked it very thoroughly for anything. I even froze the walls to break anything I may have missed.

::Seems she's convinced that Erland would try something like that.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Uh. Huh. ::Just blinks.:: Would you like me to come back with you... or?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...if you like.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Opens her closet. Inside are a combination of slacks, long skirts, white blouses, various ties, various colored vests and lab coats.::

See anything you like?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa looks over the selection, seemingly drawn primarily to clothes along the blue spectrum. She tries to find a blue skirt and matching vest, picking out a blouse to complete the ensemble.::

I think... these.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::No blue blouses, only white. But otherwise, success.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

But I never realized your tastes in clothing were so... specific.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's that odd.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

No, they're nice. It's just... a bit different.

::Theresa fidgets nervously for a moment.::

I think... I'll go try this on.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... I'll come with you if it would help.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

If you'd like...

::Theresa takes the outfit and heads down to her room::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Follows Theresa, and wonders about the girl. She's so delicate...::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Her mind, maybe.::

::Theresa lets Vidya in ahead, and then heads to a corner of the room... and starts setting up a changing area by moving light pieces of furniture around. This girl really takes no chances.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... I really don't think there's any Cameras.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

It seems like something he'd do.

::Getting changed behind the screen.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... Not really, since I think he has no interest in you due to you having no interest in him, Theresa.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa doesn't really reply to that, but obviously not convinced that meant anything.::

::Regardless, after a few minutes she moved something aside, and walked out in the outfit... a match for Vidya's normal attire, save for the lack of tie. She holds a hand at her waist.::

...it's a bit tight... but I think it fits.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... It looks very nice. A bit tight, but it looks good on you.

::She's reservedly squeeing inside.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa rubs her stomach, getting used to the tightness.::

You've really got a nice figure, though... better than mine.

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Just good epigenetics. But it'll probably catch up with me. But you do look nice.

::Seems to embarrassingly rub her head, just kinda gleeing at how Theresa looks.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

You really do, though... ...thank you, though.

::Rather embarrassed herself.::