His chanting had gotten louder, by the time Keara finally came out of the change room, and he gave a rousing cheer. At least until he saw the outfit.
"My god, are they trying te give me a heart attack?" he asked, clutching dramatically at his chest.
"I wonna thought you had that much flesh if I hadn't bathed you myself."
He stood up from his seat, stepping toward her, and walking around her in a slow circle. At the back, his finger toyed over the black ribbon that tied the corset top closed.
"This will do well," he finally said, his voice a bit thicker than it had been when he sat down. "Perhaps not for everyday, but I like it."