NOIR, Early Evening, Tom, Jazz (and Rhiannon? Lee? Both? XD)
Tom was a man of style and good taste, so Jazz wasn't inherently concerned when it came to entrusting him with her wardrobe. She was 99% certain that even if he did manage to pick up something truly horrible it would likely be only because he wanted to see her squirm. Still, she took it as a good sign when he picked NOIR as the shop of choice.
He'd been listening - or checking her labels. As a bonus, Jazz was fairly certain, being that she was a regular customer, that not only Rhiannon but her staff also were aware of her preferences and could be counted on to steer Tom in the right direction if he did somehow get off track.
Pleased and smiling happily, Jazz followed obediently into the store and turned to Tom with an expectant, vaguely smug, look. No, she couldn't even pretend she wasn't going to enjoy this.