Amelia hang robes inside both dressing rooms. In her experience, it was possible that this young man would try some things for himself.
"Go ahead, dear. You would feel much more in the mood to try on things if you get off those clothes and get comfortable on that robe. Let the body breathe, get relaxed before we start with some outfits."
Hermione blushed, suddenly this felt like a very intimate experience. Draco caught her gestures and immediately said
"Amelia, would you mind choosing a few pieces for me too? This is much more fun as a team exercise. And it would be lovely if we can get some strawberries for the champagne, thank you."
Amelia smiled knowingly and left the room. Draco raised his glass to clink with Hermione.
"Let's do this right. Bottoms up."
They downed their champagne flutes and went into the dressing rooms. He walked out wearing the robe and sat back on the couch. She was hesitant.
"Come on, Hermione, let's get this party started. Come, sit here."
She picked out of the dressing room and saw him sitting comfortably, like he was in his own house, dressed only in an elegant dark silk robe. He was a vision. Suddenly her embarrassment got overthrown by the need to sit next to that man. She walked out wearing a salmon-colored robe that fitted her better than any dress she had. He smiled widely.
"I think you should take that, he said, offering her another flute.
She smiled and sat next to him. He brought a strawberry to her lips and she took it, washing it down with some champagne. It felt salacious and forbidden and all very exciting. She returned the gesture and when she brought the strawberry to his mouth he took it slowly and purposely closed his mouth around her fingers. She felt a shiver down her spine and a desperate need to kiss him. At that moment the employees brought a smaller rolling rack with clothes for him. Amelia got down to business.
"Oh, aren't you two lovely. Come on, dear, let's start with a few things for you. is time to give this gentleman a little show."
Hermione felt the flush on her face again but Draco winked at her and offered his hand, so she took a deep breath, then stood and went inside the dressing room. There was a very nice outfit hanging there and next to it, a fabulous piece of lingerie.
"Hum, excuse me, Amelia, these pieces here are⦠intimates."
Draco covered his mouth with his hand, his mind now racing a thousand kilometers an hour, but Amelia simply answered
"Every outfit requires the perfect fit of undergarments, and those are perfect for that one."
Hermione sigh. This was all new, but the woman seemed to be so on point that she went for it. She put on both under and outer garments and shoes and walked out. Draco gaped. She looked stunning. It was a set of work clothes but the trousers fitted her butt perfectly and the blouse made her bosom look fantastic.
"Well?" she asked, twirling a couple of times.
He just nodded, enthusiastically. She went back in and tried a couple of more outfits, all of them perfect. But now she wanted a break.
"Your turn, Mr. Malfoy, she said, taking a sit and accepting the flute one more time. Amelia, did you brought any denims for the gentleman?"
He looked at her, confused, but Amelia simply took a pair of low riders from the rack and gave it to him, along with a button up shirt, then suggested
"It would be better if you do not button the shirt until we see the fit of the denim." Then she turned and winked to Hermione, who covered her giggles with her hand.
