Maureen smiles, it seems that from behind the curtain Layla is indeed interested. Well if offering to show her the frost maiden dress isn't a come on Maureen has certainly lost her touch and should become a nun immediately.
"I'd like that very much," she says in reply. Calling over from the rack of clothes she's looking at, she's not having much luck though, someone is doing a real good job of distracting her. She tries hard not to imagine her getting changed.
She seems to be ready and she's coming out with all sort of complements. She wants to shout enough with the damned complements just show me the damned dress already but she manages to hold her tongue and then as Layla emerges from the cublicle.
Maureen can't help the big grin that slides effortlessly across her face.
"Honey, you look amazing." She says almost breathlessly. And Layla does look stunning. She twirls for her and there's a slight problem with the back of the dress, it isn't sitting quite right.
"Hang on," Maureen mutters. "You got something caught, do you mind if I...?"
Maureen comes up behind Layla placing her hands on the younger girls hips. She runs her hands over the dress making it sit right, not just an excuse to touch her.
"There you go." Maureen says straightening up and turning Layla to face her. "Perfect."