This One Went to Market

Lily might have missed her if it weren’t for her wings shooting prisms all over the wall - a fact that made the redhead do a serious double take. Her eyes grow wide as she watches the small, exotic (in every sense of the word) woman sit on that barrel and watch everyone else. Which is funny, because Lily’s watching her watch others… anyway. Once the entertainer accepts and partially digests the fact that the woman has wings, her attention shifts to the absolutely exquisite dress she has on. The Outlander’s mouth practically begins to water, she misses her pretty things that much. The jewel toned dresses, the combs, the decorative embroidery and hot irons with which to curl her hair… the jewelry too. Oh, she had a decent collection - all gifrs, of course - and there was nothing she loved more than laying a sparkly thing above her cleavage and watching men stare into the low-cut abyss of her abundant, milky-white breasts. So naturally, Lily has to know where she got the fabric and how she, too, might have something made for her. Trying not to seem too eager, as it could sometimes drive up the price, she strides over to the small woman, appreciation in her eyes. “Your dress is gorgeous. The fabric is a masterpiece in this drab, drab world. Where did you get it?” She flashes a curious, but genuine smile at Jiao, as if she asks these things of Fae all the time. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin