I guarantee no expertise in nor basic correct knowledge of fashion.
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The other taller Schnee walked in.
"So Weiss, sweetie," said the other taller Schnee. She stood up straight and smiled warmly. "I can drive you and Blake to the market now, if you wanted to go shopping."
Weiss smiled. She clutched Blake's hand. "That's okay, mom. The cook and some of the maids need to restock some things, so I'm going with them."
Weiss and her mother stared at each other for a moment. Weiss's grip on Blake's hand tightened.
"If that's what you want," said Weiss's mom. She straightened her posture and turned to leave. She shot one grim glance at Blake before she left the room.
Weiss exhale. She turned to Blake and smiled.
Weiss lifted up one of Blake's feet and started playing with it.
"Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a Blakey by the toe." Weiss picked Blake's smallest toe on her left foot between her thumb and forefinger.
Blake looked at Weiss.
Weiss rubbed her thumb and forefinger around Blake's toe. It tickled. Not that Blake was ticklish or anything.
Blake tried not to react.
"If she hollers, let her go," Weiss said.
Blake didn't react some more.
Weiss started rubbing all her fingers along Blake's foot.
Blake only twitched a little.
"Oh, we need to get Blake some shoes too!" Weiss said, out-loud.
Blake wondered who she was talking to, but it turned out the cook and the two maids who were accompanying them were right behind them.
"Is Blake going to go out in her pajamas?" said the cook.
"Ummm," Weiss cogitated, "Do you want to change, Blake?"
Blake blinked.
"We can go to the clothes store first, and get you some cool clothes to wear instead of just your jammies!"
Blake shrugged.
After a car ride, they arrived at the Monument to Capitalism, stark and looming, bleeding cold streams of revenue and dotted with the outlets of avarice.
The maids and the cook branched off to buy cleaning and sewing supplies, leaving Weiss some time to pull Blake into a clothing store.
Weiss first dressed Blake in a black dress with white vertical stripes. She pushed Blake onto a a pedestal, flanked by instruments of vanity.
Blake regarded her reflection, dressed in the dress. It was okay.
"Eeeek!" Weiss said. She jumped onto the pedestal, arms outstretched, and hugged Blake. "You're so cute, Blake!"
Blake let herself be jostled by Weiss.
Weiss turned Blake to one of the mirrors. "Look at how Blakey you are!"
Blake regarded the extent of her Blakeyness.
Weiss then pushed Blake by the shoulders into the changing booth.
The next outfit Weiss dressed Blake in was a button down shirt and a black sweater vest, along with some form-fitting pants that only went down to her calves. She pushed Blake onto the pedestal with the mirrors around it, again
Blake regarded herself in the ensemble. It was okay.
"Eeeeeek!" Weiss said. She jumped onto the pedestal, arms outstretched, and hugged Blake. "You're so cute, Blake!"
Blake let herself be jostled by Weiss.
Weiss turned Blake to one of the mirrors. "Look at how Blakey you are!"
Blake regarded the extent of her Blakeyness.
Weiss then pushed Blake by the shoulders into the changing booth.
When Blake stepped out, she was dressed in a black cat pajama onesie.
Blake regarded herself in the stupid pajamas. She frowned immensely.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" Weiss said. She jumped onto the pedestal, arms outstretched, and hugged Blake. "You're so cute, Blakey!" Weiss then peeked her head up. "Wait, one more thing!"
Weiss left. She returned with a cat-ear headband. She put it on around the hood part of the onesie.
Weiss turned Blake to one of the mirrors. "Look at how Blakey you are!"
"this is redundant. and dumb. you idiot."
"You can never be too kitty, Blake!"
Blake frowned even harder. She resisted Weiss's hug.
Weiss desisted the hug. "Ok, did you want to pick something?"
Blake wandered the clothing racks. Eventually, she found a dark blue track suit.
Blake managed to dress herself without Weiss's help. Not that she needed Weiss's help. Or wanted it.
She stepped out onto the pedestle in front of the mirrors and regarded herself.
Blake smirked and exhaled through her smirk.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" Weiss said. She jumped onto the pedestal and hugged Blake. "You're so cute, Blakey Blake Blake!"
Weiss turned Blake to one of the mirrors. "Look at how Blakey you are! You're so Blakey, Blakey!"
Blake allowed herself to be hugged by Weiss.
After that, Weiss got some clothes for herself and made a monetary sacrifice upon the altar of commerce. She place the clothes they bought, and Blake's pajamas, in a large armful of bags. She carried them out.
They next stopped at the shoe shrine, splayed with snaking stands of footware alcoves.
Weiss lay their previous bags of purchases against the wall and placed Blake on a bench. She left and returned with some soft socks. She kneeled before Blake and lifted one of Blake's bare feet up onto her lap and slid the sock up Blake's leg.
Blake turned her head away and kept a straight face.
After the sock was all the way up, Weiss snapped the band against Blake's calf. Weiss did the same with Blake's other foot and then pulled out a stack of shoes.
"Here, try these ones Blake;" Weiss pulled out a pointed pair of black shoes. "They're kitten heels! Do you see, Blake? Kitties, just like you!"
Blake blinked.
After Weiss finished putting the shoes on, she pulled Blake to her feet. "How do they feel?"
Weiss ran around to behind Blake and led her forward. Blake took a step and almost turned her ankle. She bolted out her arms to keep her balance.
"Oh no! Do you need me to teach you how to walk again?"
Blake made the dirtiest face.
Weiss picked out more shoes for Blake. There was another set of heels, a pair of mary-janes, and some sort of slipper thing for indoor use.
"Do you like any of these, Blake?"
Blake stared.
"Did you want to pick a pair?"
Blake did, and so she did.
"Sneakers? Are you going to be sneaky, Blake?" Weiss said after Blake picked out her shoes.
Blake knelt down to start lacing up the shoe. Weiss then appeared before her feet.
"Here, Blake, let me teach you how to tie your shoes!"
Blake blinked.
Weiss grabbed both ends of the laces on Blake's right sneaker. "First, you cross the laces." Weiss then moved her hands to opposite sides of her body, making an X with the laces.
"Then, you loop one lace around the other."
"Then, uh, you make a circle with one lace."
"And then you switch the laces in your hand and then you snake this one under this cross here..."
Weiss stared at the messy knot of string and frowned for only a moment.
"And then you loop this one around... hmmm."
A few minutes later, Weiss pronounced the shoe tied. She waved her hands excitedly.
Blake tied her left shoe.
"Wow, Blake!" Weiss stood up and hugged Blake, "You're such a fast learner!"
Blake stared at Weiss.
Afterwards, Blake smelled the stench of leather and realized Weiss was taking her into a dark tannery of noisome sacrifice, with strange paraphernalia adorning pallid racks and carnal shelves. Blake tried to run. Weiss wrapped her arms around Blake's torso, though. Eventually Weiss had to pick Blake up and carry her into the store.
Blake was placed on another bench. She regarded the various accessories, and then decided she'd rather not, actually.
Weiss appeared with a thin leather collar.
"Cmon, try it on, Blake!" Weiss said. She held the collar out.
Blake turned her head.
Weiss tried to put the collar on Blake. Blake grabbed Weiss's hands and glared.
"No Blake! Just let me put a collar on you-"
They struggled a bit. Blake won. She smirked only for a moment.
"Ugh, fine," Weiss got up and brushed herself off. She put the collar on herself. "See? It's not so bad. This one's too snug though."
Weiss regarded herself in a nearby mirror. She smiled softly and her cheeks tinted, just a bit. "Or maybe it's not snug enough. Hmmm."
Weiss spent a few minutes trying on the various neck accessories.
Blake exhaled in relief.
Sometime as Weiss was trying on different collars, Blake picked up a riding crop from a nearby stand. When Weiss next came over, Blake touched it to Weiss's head- not with any attempt to hurt her or anything. Blake actually wasn't quite sure what possessed her to do such a thing.
Weiss giggled. She grabbed Blake's hand and tried to pry the crop away. "No, Blake, that's not how you use that. Here, let me teach you-"
Blake escaped Weiss's grip and flung the crop towards the edge of the store. She tried to look nonchalant.
Weiss giggled and shrugged and went back to trying on leather things.
And later, Weiss gathered all their previous bags in her arms and approached Blake.
"Yep, I don't think you'd appreciate collars, Blake," Weiss said, "So we can go now."
Blake blinked.
"They're sooooo cool, but it's okay if you don't want to live life to the fullest, Blake."
Blake blinked again.
Weiss hugged Blake's head. "Poor Blakey! Never to know the coolness of collars! How horrible!"
Blake sighed and picked the most inconspicuous black collar off the shelf. She tried to put it on, but she fumbled for an embarrassing amount of time.
Weiss dropped the bags and walked up to Blake and put Blake's collar on, still smiling gently and blushing slightly.
Blake turned her head and scrunched her mouth until Weiss finished.
"Eeeek!" Weiss said. She hugged Blake. "You're so cute, Blake!"
They exited the gleaning maw of the consumerist temple and waited at the park.
"I'm just saying," said one of the maids in the distance, "Maybe they'd have more business if they abandoned the whole 'religion of sacrifice' aesthetic-"
Then the maids and the cook met up with them.
"I see you got Blake a collar," said the tall maid, gathering up Weiss's shopping bags, "Make sure you get your address and contact info engraved upon it somewhere there, so if she gets lost she can get returned."
Weiss hugged Blake. "But why would Blake ever leave my side?" Weiss said.
Blake blinked.
"But hmmm," Weiss pondered, "That's actually a good idea in general."
"And make sure you put a 'property of Weiss Schnee' on there too," the maid said evily.
Blake glared.
"I don't think that'll fit." Weiss pondered some more.
Blake scrunched her mouth.