Belial shook his head, chuckling. Rebecca's attempts to fit in were adorable, to appear knowledgeable with an older guy who could spot her wholly inexperienced quirks without batting a lash. He had to give her credit, though; she did so elegantly.
He wandered over to the wardrobe and set the camera down on a chair, rifling through the rack of clothes for something Rebecca that jumped out at him. He wanted to her to feel like the clothes were an extension of herself, so that she'd relax, just that little be more; anything too starched would maker stiff in comparison. There were plenty of high couture gowns and dresses, but those were too conservative. He needed something unassuming but easily sexualized -- ah.
Withdrawing the item with a flourish, Belial smiled, authoritative with a hint of sheepishness. "How do you feel about this?"