Altair/Ari/Alecta - Sackheim Inn
"It depends on the clothes, I suppose," Ari said airily, retrieving her own silverware and delicately slicing a thin sliver of prawn to place into her mouth. The mix of flavors was perfectly tart and savory - even the company of the other woman couldn't entirely ruin her enjoyment. She did not often eat meals this fine. "My preference may not match yours, after all - you are the man here, I'm certain you have some opinion."
Not that she didn't have her own thoughts on women and their figures, and she could admit objectively that Alecta's figure was quite nice, if a bit overblown for her taste - but why issue a compliment when she didn't have to? There was no reason. Instead, she said blandly, "I have heard that one must needs be more careful about what one wears when one is of a... curvier build, but then, I've never had that problem myself." She shrugged lightly. Her own curves were so minimal that she had to play them up, but it worked out well for her on almost every occasion. Easier to play up than play down, after all - and one of the reasons that, while her girlish face and figure made her sigh on occasion, she also knew that Altair was quite right and she would be playing young ingenues long after her rivals were relegated to nurses, wicked witches, and grandmothers.