Re: Dress Shop
She didn't realize that she was being watched as she moved - why would she be? She was used to a body that didn't hold the curves and sensuality that this one did, and though she knew what its owner looked like normally and how she moved, she had no idea that she moved the same way in it. She was more used to a body that sometimes barely even did its job of keeping her alive, much less provided anything that could be considered attractive or sensual. There was so much about this body that was different, "extra" to her own, that she hadn't yet gotten used to. Like the way green eyes went almost too wide when she looked up once she'd sat on the bench.
It was the body, not her mind, that kept her balanced on the bench when it was pulled forward. Feet lifted from the ground, slight spread of arms, and a core of muscles that went tight beneath the suit. Natural and instinctive, a cat keeping itself on its feet. Or its seat, as it were. The balance check came with a surprised sound that slipped from her throat and a widening again of those green eyes. And then, after that startled second, a smile and a soft laugh, that same purr of sound she'd let out before without meaning for it to sound so throaty. And maybe it was the laughter that set her more at ease, or maybe it was something else, but the smile stayed as she looked up at the woman still standing in front of her. Up and up.