\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Leaving Asta to play with that tantalizing piece of information - and ask more if he wishes - Thal just lets out a pleased "Mhm." Not that an evil thought doesn't enter her mind as she imagines replacing her blouse with the dark slip of silk, her smile sharpening. "It's not quite what I had in mind." Although she has no doubt she'd look great in the whisper of fabric, quite the attractive fantasy, Thal wants something more 'practical' to replace her blouse, and it would be very difficult (or maybe very easy?) to kill a man in such an outfit.
When he points out the black piece on the hanger, she abandons the dress to take it delicately from his hands. "But this might be a little more appropriate. I'll have to try it on to know for sure." Flashing him a playful wink, she makes her way towards the back, where she assumes a changing room will be. On her way, her shoulder brushes a strange piece of tight brown fabric that she has to pull out to get a better look at. It's a cropped turtleneck tank top that's so tight, she wonders if it might be shear when worn, but that's not the most interesting part; a large diamond-shaped cutout stretches across the front of the chest, as impractical a piece of clothing as she's seen (outside of dresses). Chuckling, she raises it for Asta to see, a wicked glint in her blue eyes. "Thoughts?"
When he points out the black piece on the hanger, she abandons the dress to take it delicately from his hands. "But this might be a little more appropriate. I'll have to try it on to know for sure." Flashing him a playful wink, she makes her way towards the back, where she assumes a changing room will be. On her way, her shoulder brushes a strange piece of tight brown fabric that she has to pull out to get a better look at. It's a cropped turtleneck tank top that's so tight, she wonders if it might be shear when worn, but that's not the most interesting part; a large diamond-shaped cutout stretches across the front of the chest, as impractical a piece of clothing as she's seen (outside of dresses). Chuckling, she raises it for Asta to see, a wicked glint in her blue eyes. "Thoughts?"
Thalassa
