Digging through the bags, Kagome pulled out a random dress and went back to her bedroom. As she pulled it on, she luxuriated in the silk feel of the velvet, the way it hugged her curves in all the right places. She had beautiful clothing, she had clothing that fit just right but it was the first time she had worn something, especially a dress, and felt completely confident in it, and completely herself.
It was a deep emerald green that looked almost black. The halter neck was soft and unconstricting as it looped around the column of her throat. Just under her breasts was an even darker ribbon, an inch thick and shiny when the light touched it. The skirt stopped an inch or so above her knees, full and ruffled but still elegant looking.
Smiling and shaking her head, she pulled on the black strappy heels and then went to the bathroom to do something with her hair. After blow drying it, she decided on a simple French braid on the right side. The tail of it hung down past her shoulder and her bangs curled around her face. Deciding on simple make up and a single decorative clip in her hair, she called it done.
"Fuiasu," she called as she left the room, her heels clicking gently on the wood floor, "There had better be a point to this, other than your annoying fascination with my clothing."
There was no answer in the small apartment and wary, Kagome turned in a circle, wondering where the elder woman had gone. Seeing a bright purple note taped to her refrigerator, she sighed.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to run, Kagome dear. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening!
-Fuiasu
o.O.o
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