Re: Dress Shop
Someone wanted to stay with her. Even if it was a lie of mistaken and hidden identity, she hadn't yet chased the other woman away, and she was almost strangely proud of that fact. And while maybe they both knew that she wasn't the real owner of this body, neither did the other woman know her actual identity. She could be anyone, and didn't have to be worried about any of the things that would so often go along with her real identity.
And so maybe she did cling a little too tightly, not wanting the passing moment to pass quite yet. And that was okay, because that twining of fingers meant that she could be led, to follow with silent steps back toward the dressing rooms. She wasn't thinking of privacy or of anything that might need it, only that she saw those same seats once they slipped around the corner and out of view of anyone passing by in the mall proper.
She eased herself down onto one of those seats, and as she'd already noticed, all her movements came easy. It was grace and slink, and she didn't even realize the way her body moved when she walked, even just that short distance. And she nodded as she sat, almost close enough to put them leg to leg, but she left just that small gap of space.