\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
She looks away with a low chuckle, her tail flicking gracefully behind her with the not-so-subtle sway of her hips. "No. Let's just say that I wasn't wearing it at the time." Her smile is sharp and suggestive, letting Asta fill in the blanks, knowing he won't need her assistance with that. If he really wants to know all the juicy details, she'll be more than happy to relay her experience, but that doesn't seem like a 'stroll through Pacifist Plaza' kind of conversation as much as the dark corners of a brothel.
Recalling the first time she met the Maverick - in his sharky swim trunks - Thal's smile turns towards teasing amusement. "He does seem to have a very particular taste in... 'fashion.'" If that's what it can even be called. She doesn't know what other items he might be inclined towards, but she gets a feeling it won't be hard to tell when she spots something, especially as Asta guides them into an intriguing shop.
Her eyes catch on the peculiar cut of clothing, specifically on their contrasting preference for crop tops and stiff tailored pants. The colors were much more muted than the previous stores; browns, blacks, creams, and deep reds that Thal doesn't feel the immediate need to burn it from her eyes. She nods her head approvingly, running a finger over a dark blue silk slip with a small grin. "I definitely think we can find something here."
Recalling the first time she met the Maverick - in his sharky swim trunks - Thal's smile turns towards teasing amusement. "He does seem to have a very particular taste in... 'fashion.'" If that's what it can even be called. She doesn't know what other items he might be inclined towards, but she gets a feeling it won't be hard to tell when she spots something, especially as Asta guides them into an intriguing shop.
Her eyes catch on the peculiar cut of clothing, specifically on their contrasting preference for crop tops and stiff tailored pants. The colors were much more muted than the previous stores; browns, blacks, creams, and deep reds that Thal doesn't feel the immediate need to burn it from her eyes. She nods her head approvingly, running a finger over a dark blue silk slip with a small grin. "I definitely think we can find something here."
Thalassa
