Written for the prompt "You like Kim/Rosalya omg could you write something flirty w/ them"
Kim sways on her feet in front of the mirror, studying the dress Rosalya insisted she try on. It's not really her style, a bit too flouncy for her liking, but the colour is nice enough. She at least has to admit that Rosa was right when she said that purple would look great on her.
She pops her head around the curtain to call Rosa in to check it out, and finds her standing right outside the stall, her foot tapping impatiently. "Don't just stand there, let me see you," she says, pulling away the curtain to reveal the rest of Kim. Her eyes trail down her body, admiring the way the fabric hugs her, and then her eyes make their way back to admire the places where the fabric doesn't cover much at all.
"Wow," Rosalya mutters to herself, blunt and unconcerned with whether or not she's overheard. She didn't have anything inappropriate in mind when choosing that particular dress, but looking at Kim standing there in front of her, she thinks something subconscious must have been at play when she picked an outfit with such a plunging neckline.
"Alright now you've seen it I'm taking it off and putting it back. It isn't really me." Kim moves to close the curtain but Rosalya speaks up.
"What ? But the colour really brings out your eyes."
Kim has to laugh at that. Really, as if that's what Rosa was paying attention to all this time. Her cleavage clearly has nothing to do with this at all. "Like you've looked me in the eye even once since I put this on," Kim counters, placing a hand on her hip, "If it wasn't for the bust you wouldn't care."
"That's not true," Rosa begins, her tone semi-serious and mock-offended, "I just think that dress looks wonderful on you.
"Kim shoots her a disbelieving look and Rosa is forced to continue. "Fine," she says with a drawn out sigh, "Maybe I was thinking how wonderful it would look on my bedroom floor, same difference."
Kim's eyes go wide open in surprise. Rosa's wink.
