Raya was a force of nature, not unlike Franchesca and the latter respected the blonde for that. It was a little embarrassing to be called cute the way that Raya had and color found the dark haired woman's cheeks more freely at her mistake. Whatever bashfulness she might've felt was washed over by a moment of concern when the blonde mentioned the dressing room.
Franchesca enjoyed fashion but only to an extent. She certainly wasn't the type to try on piles and piles of different clothes. Still, this was for her benefit and the only thing more insane than the prices was the fact that she didn't have to pay any of the. Franchesca was grateful and knowing Wolfgang would be too later that evening was enough to motivate her and bring the hint of a playful smirk to her face.
"What do you mean by a winter?" Franchesca asked plainly as they cut through the store. They arrived at the dressing room which was separated by an opaque white curtain. The dark haired woman slid it open and was greeted by her reflection in a warmly lit roof to floor mirror. In that mirror her eyes remained on the blonde as she spoke. The instructions were simple enough and with a nod Franchesca stepped inside.
There the alluded pile awaited and Franchesca took her time sorting through which one to try first. This... was going to be a process.
Her first choice was a black sheer dress that collared her neck but left both her legs, shoulders and arms exposed. It was beautiful but as Franchesca looked at herself in the mirror she began to question. She turned, sliding the curtain open for the first time that day and looked at the blonde sheepishly.
"This... is not enough dress, I think."
"You know, winter... god, you're so precious, babe. Fashion is split into seasons, you know, and your skin tone and hair colour goes best with winter fashion, winter colours. Like, I'm blonde and light skinned so I go well with spring: baby pinks and blues and stuff. You'd look like an Easter egg in spring colours." She crinkled her nose at the thought though it didn't last long; she couldn't risk the wrinkles.
As they separated into their unique dressing rooms, Raya pulled on a stunning light green full length gown that laced up the slender column of her neck and left her back and the space between her breasts exposed with plunging lines of fabric. She stepped out only a few moments after Franchesca had, looking the other woman up and down once before turning to look at herself in the full length mirror.
"I don't like this shade of green," she admitted, flipping some hair over her shoulder. Her attentions homed in on Franchesca, considering the dress for a moment by tapping her finger against her lips. "It makes your boobs look weird," she mentioned. "You got to show those things off, not make them look like wrestling puppies in a sack. Okay, next."
Franchesca snorted lightly at the comment, her eyes glancing down to determine for herself if her breasts did indeed look like Raya had said. With a tilt of her head she could see where the other woman was coming from and Franchesca looked back up with a small nod.
No to the sheer black dress.
Her brown eyes fell over Raya once more before she turned back to the dressing room and in agreement Franchesca called out from behind the curtain. "The back looks incredible but there are better colors, I'm sure."
Speaking of color, Franchesca undid the makings of her black dress and was immediately drawn to something a little less harsh. It was a gown, rosy but not entirely pink, that hung where her neck met shoulders. The neck line plunged at the center, diving between the curves of her breasts and stopping just before her stomach.
Franchesca took a moment to admire the flow of the dress in the mirror before stepping back out into the hallway first this time around. "How's it going in there?" Franchesca grinned.
Raya was the type of woman who could have looked good in a potato sack and still had the boys after her, but when she stepped out in the baby blue gown that was clearly two or three sizes too big for her tiny waist, but still nearly popping a seam at her bust, she laughed at her reflection. "O-m-g," she stated, "this is horrific! Look at me. I'm hideous. Ugh."
She did another few turns in the mirror, nearly frowning but never committing to curving her cheeks. After, she finally glanced to Franchesca. "That looks nicer," she mentioned. "I love the colour on you and your boobs look, like... so good."
Franchesca tilted her head with amusement painting her face. Raya looked gorgeous, even in that horrible, horrible choice of blue. Still, figuring the blonde was hardly the type to be easily convinced otherwise, the dark haired woman played along. "Maybe try a red? I know that's hardly a spring color but a red dress is always sexy."
When the conversation rounded back to her she smiled at the compliment, perking up her boobs with her hands as she contemplated. "It's a gorgeous dress but I think I want to go with something just a little bit more fierce? I guess? I have no idea if that makes sense."
"Yea, red may be good," she agreed thoughtfully. "I picked one up, I'll try it next." Very much ready to get out of the abomination, she whisked into her dressing room, calling over the dividing wall.
"Yes, fierce. I grabbed you something with a huge leg slit. Maybe try that one?" She suggested, working her way out of the oversized baggy dress and into her skintight red number with a plunging back and a slit up the side to her hip.
Franchesca hung the plunging rosy dress on a hook separate from the others. It wasn't exactly what she was looking for, she wanted a dress that would make Wolfgang's blood run hot after all, but it was still a gorgeous piece. She made a noise of acknowledgement at Raya's suggestion, running through her options until she found a black gown that simply had to be the one the other woman was talking about.
It took Franchesca longer getting into the third dress than any of the others. It wasn't sheer, not quite, but her skin could be seen through the fabric. The details of the dress, these strong black outlines accentuated her curves and hid all the important points. The structure of the dress was almost corset-like, clinging onto her form and leaving very little to the imagination from the waist up. Franchesca was certain her breasts, which were more exposed than they had ever been in clothing, would fall out.
But still, with a slit that ran just short of her hip the dress was undeniably sexy and perhaps exactly what she was looking for. Franchesca could only hope that Raya would approve.
Sliding the curtain once more Franchesca stepped back out, her stride slowed by the grip of the dress but made all the more sensual. "How does it look?"
Raya stepped out of her dressing room, blonde hair fluttering out behind her as she did. In her typical fashion, she paused to look herself over first. Her hands slid down the bulbous curve of her hips, admiring her impossibly small waist and the perkiness of her chest in the red fabric. Not a singe vertabrea of her spine was left a mystery in the number and, arching up on her tippy toes to give the illusion of heels, she smiled at herself— in love with the image she saw looking back.
"Huh?" She stirred, having forgotten Franchesca was there at all. She turned to face the other woman, raising a slender brow. "That looks sexy," she said almost immediately. The dress required no moment of thought. "I have a coat you should try on, actually. Fur..." she stepped into her dressing room and pulling the thick, fluffy coat from its hangar and handed out to the other woman.
"Try quick, bitch," Raya said with a flash of her perfect line of front teeth.
Franchesca watched Raya at work. She watched the blonde flaunt her stuff in an incredibly hot red dress, her own expression somewhere between impressed and intimidated. The blonde didn't see it but as she turned to retrieve the coat Franchesca imitated the faux-heel pose in the mirror.
The fur coat was white, large, and absolutely dramatic. When Raya called Franchesca bitch, the blonde caught the other woman off guard for the third time that day. She was beginning to see some similarities between Raya and her boss. They were both brazen as hell.
With a playful smile, Franchesca snatched the coat and wasted no time slipping it on. She put it only fully and turned towards the mirror. Franchesca did not pose, but she did a run through her usual stance. There was something off, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
But then Franchesca realized and let the fur slouch, exposing her shoulders, chest and back once more as she let the coat pool just above her shoulders. Franchesca did a little twirl and felt just a little bit silly for it as she turned back to Raya.
"Fuck." Franchesca laughed. "We look good."
"Mm, yea, way better on you," Raya commented. Franchesca had some height on herself, so she looked like she was conquering the coat instead of drowning in it. "That looks so hot."
She turned back to the mirror and admired, squinting what she saw and admiring each inch of each garment, looking for flaws. When she decided there was none, she flicked her hair.
"All we need now is a fierce makeover and some stilettos. No wedge heels for us." Raya had already decided Franchesca's fate and no amount of whining or other wishes would change the blonde's mind. Swaying into her dressing room, Raya disappeared to undress.
Now Franchesca prided herself on her ability to run on her high heeled boots. The points were rather thin, but they were far from stilettos. Succumbing to her fate, Franchesca just shook her head and smiled before retiring to undress herself.
Raya had prepared an unholy amount of dresses but Franchesca was lucky enough to find the one on the third try. She considered for a moment a selfish thought and hoped that she might be able to have both the black and rosy dress but decided against it.
They were stopping by the lingerie store after all
When Franchesca stepped out she was back in her jeans and t-shirt, her plain simple look that made her stand out among all the refinery and expense of this part of town. She turned to find Raya back in the main hall of the store, the blonde fast to peruse the ledges of expensive heels that lined the wall. Franchesca approached almost cautiously.
"You could pay my entire tuition with one shelf." She noted with a lopsided smile. "Working for Dandelion has its perks, I see."
"Yes, it does," she agreed as she came back out in her original outfit, the red dress thrown over her arm. She shoved it into the hands of a passing employee, telling the poor woman to keep it up at the front until they checked out.
Raya was about to go on her way to the shoe department when she paused suddenly, whirling her head back to Franchesca. "What did you say?" She asked, that brow creeping up her face again. "About tuition? Are you, like, a student or something?" The woman licked the edge of her pink lipstick lip, a smirk betraying her and forming a small line in her cheek.
"Don't tell me... you're one of Wolgang's student? That's naughty, bitch."
She continued on after the realisation was made, heading towards the shoe and accessory section. "Yes, it has its perks, definitely. Hook up with the old and wealthy. That's the secret."
"I may or may not be one of his students." Franchesca mused lightly, though the smile on her face was more of an answer than anything. She picked up a pair of heels and poked herself lightly with the amazingly tiny point. She looked up at Raya, not so surprised that they were indeed hooking up.
"Is Dandelion as good in bed as he thinks he is or?" She asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she returned the heels shortly afterwards. Considering her dress and the fur coat, she needed something a little more classic. "This morning he tried to convince Wolfie and I to have a threesome with him--something about all the naughty things he could do blah blah blah."
"He's... kinky," she admitted out loud as they strolled around the wall of shoes. "He's into weird things but it's... you know, it's good." She admitted, shrugging as she picked up a stiletto that had a heel the length of a pencil, flipping it around and looking at it before handing it out towards Franchesca to try on.
"What about Wolfgang? Any good, or just with him for the money? You can tell me, I won't say a word." She picked up another shoe and settled on to the small bench to try it on. It slipped onto her foot like she was Cinderella and she stood, gazing at herself in the mirror. It lengthened her body and tightened her butt, and she liked it.
For a second Franchesca eyed the shoe with distrust. Not distrust towards Raya, but rather distrust towards her ability to balance on such a thin heel. She took it anyways, taking a seat on the little plush bench besides the blonde and kicking off her own shoes before answering her question swiftly.
"I'm with Wolfgang because he's... him." She said with a small smile, her hands slipping the black stilettos on slowly. There was nothing cheap or sleazy about their connection but Franchesca felt very little need to go into detail. Well, not too much detail anyways.
"He makes me happy in bed and out."
Franchesca paused to watch Raya feel out the latest pair of shoes she grabbed. The dark haired woman nodded in approval before motioning to her feet which remained firmly planted on the ground.
"You don't expect me to actually walk in these right? They'll snap. I have literally zero doubts."
"Ugh, that's so sappy. Are you being for real right now? No, no, no one finds love and money rolled into one man. That breaks the system, it's impossible." Her hands were on her butt, testing the firmness of the muscles in the shoes that put an extra three inches on her crown height. She was bound to tower over Dandelion, but it was clear she was shopping for herself, and not him. Plus, he was bound to love her in everything, or nothing at all.
Kicking the shoes off and leaving them were they fell, she snatched another pair from the wall in her size like a kid on Christmas morning, opening all of her presents and caring about none.
"Dandelion cares about me, I guess. He's been trying to get me to marry him. Maybe I should. Get it over with," she mused, turning in front of the mirror.
Her eyes were only pulled away from her own image by Franchesca's question. "Uh... yes, sweetheart, you're wearing heels. You can't argue, I have the credit card. I'm surprised you don't have one. All the sugar babies to the men at the gala do. God, you're breaking the system. Stop it, before Dandelion gets any ideas. Huh. We're mistresses for the plastic and gifts."
Franchesca snorted lightly knowing that she was being completely real. Wolfgang could lose everything tomorrow and she would care for him just the same and maybe that was love but Franchesca could not know for sure.
Surprise found Franchesca once more at the mentioning of marriage. Dandelion hardly seemed the type but then again he had just recommended the same thing and swinging to her and Wolfgang this morning. "Obviously, I don't know your relationship but I feel like marriage shouldn't be done on a 'get it over with' attitude." She advised in passing, cursing under her breath a moment later as she pushed herself to a stand.
Franchesca wobbled, oh she wobbled. Her curses grew louder by the second as her arms extended out in hopes of helping her find balance. She nearly fell twice before finally steadying herself, but even then she did not dare to take a step.
"Wolfgang isn't my sugar daddy." Franchesca added with a breath, looking up from her heels and back towards Raya. She shook her head. "And I am no one's mistress."
"Listen," Raya said, turning her eyes to her shopping companion. "You're cute and all with your wistful sighing and batting eyelashes, but girl, I have a quality of life I enjoy and... this is it. She rolled her wrist as she explained, rattling the little charm bracelets tied off there. "Some people do things for love, some people do things for practicality... and purses."
She stood up and again admired herself, and her ass, in the mirror. Raya would love no one more than she loved herself and, truthfully, she didn't want to. She glanced back when Franchesca wobbled, clattering for balance with all the grace of a newborn horse. She shook her head. "Tighten your butt," she explained. "And stop looking like a football player. Be at least a little proud of our gender." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Franchesca managed to get her disorganized limbs under control a moment later and Raya smiled, or at least as much as Raya ever smiled. "Good for you, honey." She shuttled her glance to the shoes. "Those look hot on you. What do you think? I think you'll be fine with some practice. You are not going to wear flats or wedges with that dress. I won't allow you to ruin a perfectly good dress with those."
Franchesca was a romanticist and Raya deemed herself practical, and the former had no intention try and push an unwanted narrative any further. Raya was as sure of herself as Franchesca was and that was why the dark haired woman had grown to respect the blonde so quickly.
Though, being the tortured romantic that she was, it wouldn't stop Franchesca from hoping that the fact both Raya and Dandelion were the most brazen people she's ever met meant something.
Franchesca knew the blonde had been exaggerating earlier, sure she was far from Sabine-levels of femininity, but she was far from a tomboy. The young woman turned, taking a look at herself in the mirror and how the shoes elongated her legs. She imagined herself in the dress waiting for them at the counter, with these shoes on and a fox mask resting before her eyes and Franchesca agreed.
Wolfgang wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her.
"I'm liking it, a lot actually. Though that might have something to do with the fact that I haven't actually tried walking." Franchesca mused lightly, glancing Raya's way before extending a hand in her direction. "Help me?"
Raya turned her head towards Franchesca, smirking slightly as the woman inspected herself in the mirror with something of an approving glance. Franchesca looked beautiful, even Raya couldn't argue that and, truthfully, she had no reason to even try to. Raya was confident to the point where another woman couldn't be able to threaten her own ego, no matter how beautiful.
If anything, she looked at Franchesca with a bit of over-inflated pride. After all, the woman had come in nothing but jeans and a plain white T… and look at the work she performed. In Raya's eyes, Franchesca slow transformation was nothing short of a miracle. A manicured hand shot out and lightly slid underneath Franchesca's waiting hand.
"Come on," she coaxed with a smirk. "It's not that hard. The trick is to put some of your weight slightly back. I know it's counterintuitive, but just try it."