She shouldn't like it. On principle, Styx shouldn't like it. It was everything a dark, Underworld, Goddess of Hate should hate. And yet... she liked it. At first it was brightly colored leather pieces that drew her into the shop, apparently Veronica Etro's Fall 2013 line was going a slightly different route from her normal hippy-dippy crap that rather made Styx want to vomit.
There was certainly still a wall-to-wall kaleidoscope of paisley inside, that was what Etro had made a name for herself with, but it was never anything Styx would purchase. But now... Well...
To start with the hem and fit was not really her normal style, nor the low belting look. And while there was a healthy bit of black to offset the assault of color everywhere else, it could not be missed that beneath those black bars was distinctly Etro Paisley. She shouldhate it.
If she tried it on, she was probably going to end up loving it, then she'd have to figure out exactly when she was going to wear it and how may siblings she was going to have to get cranky with when they inevitably gave her crap over it. Which would happen. She should just...
“Who exploded the paisley fairy in here?”
Styx rolled her eyes. “Aww,” she mockingly cooed at the rather irritating other goddess how had apparently followed her from McQueen's, “you just couldn't get enough so you decided to stalk me. I'm flattered.”