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[ She'd been surprised, albeit pleasantly so, when he'd extended the offer to help her procure some clothing. In the wake of Dorian's funds being frozen, Vanessa had nearly anticipated that more than one of those designated as dominant would be negatively affected, but Mr. Russo had assured her several times over that it was well within his ability to provide for her. Of course, at present, she has no concrete means of paying him back, nor the finances to easily reimburse him, although she's planning on doing so at the first available opportunity.

Some of the shops boast clothes that she would never be comfortable donning, but after a brief stroll through the market in the Up, small dog in tow, they'd stumbled upon a shop boasting wares that seemed to suit her tastes much better. She's made up her mind to try each garment on before letting him purchase it, out of the desire to avoid the need for any returns if something is ill-fitting, and right now they're slowly proceeding down the racks of clothing.

She can't resist lifting her hand to idly trail fingertips across the varying fabrics, noting the contrast in how each material feels to the touch and picturing it against her skin rather than with a long petticoat slip serving as a barrier in between. Undergarments have also gotten significantly smaller over the years, as she'd noted upon viewing a certain display with a mixture of fascination and bemusement. Apparently, she's meant to be fitted properly for a brassiere later.

The other dresses she's selected are currently draped over her forearm, though one of the salespeople repeatedly appears to take each new set and hang them up in the fitting room for her to try on, and Vanessa gives the dress Bill's holding out a brief perusal before reaching out to clasp fingers around the hanger, adding it to the others. ]

I can't even recall the last time I had cause to wear green, Mr. Russo. [ And the smirk is evident in her eyes, if not her mouth, at that delivery of her name. ] But I seem to be outvoted at the moment.