Before everything went to hell, Rae had been one of the types who had gone to extremes to keep up with fashion. She'd had the money because of her job and she'd had the time, so she didn't see why not. "Fashions a tough mistress," she agreed seriously. "Nothing's safe from becoming mainstream, and when it does, people seem to think it loses its fun. I don't know, I never really believed in calling mainstream selling out. Expansion is what keeps businesses in business, right?"
Lots of people underestimated Rae, thought that just because she was a perky, somewhat bubbly girl and that she'd danced for a living, she was ditzy. But she wasn't. Had she been interested in opening a business, she'd inherited some of her father's natural business acumen so she could have done it easily. Fortunately for her, her parents had seen her talent and passion dancing and never forced her into anything like that. "I mean, I guess I can understand for loyal customers, how it seems sort of… disloyal? But it's business."
Rae chuckled at the mention of how it was a crime to make people enjoy themselves. "Most people here would agree with you, for sure," her father included, she added inwardly. "Hey, for everyone who bitches, there's someone who's enjoying themselves, so as long as that's the ratio, I'm satisfied."