Both women had vastly different styles they tended to sport, but both were extremely into the fashions that suited their tastes. Of course they would want their escorts to look the part. Chances were whatever they chose would be too tame for Jaida’s liking, but she would just have to make due. “We’re going to have to get you a ski mask to cover that fucking mug of yours.” Callum couldn’t help it really, he rather liked that brotherly banter the two got themselves into more often than not. If giving Shannon a hard time lifted that all too serious weight that had settled over them earlier, then he’d just have to give it his best shot. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it. It was strange to think that they were being the chance to pick their own clothes because they’d been behaving as of late – maybe this little decision had been made before the stunt Cal had pulled just a little bit ago. He was still expecting some harsh punishment to come down on his head for playing around with the vampire’s drug of choice. The brothers look equally surprised by the notion that they’d have female company; the fact that they might be allowed to associate with someone outside of the house’s staff was shock enough, he’d never even considered the women giving them whores for the night. “What the fuck doesn’t she do, honestly?” Christ, did eternal life come with a business degree and quite the fucking nest egg or what? It that was the case, Callum was going to seriously reconsider this whole being human bit. He followed the other pair off the elevator into a large room filled with rack after rack of clothing. “Just because you’re not a whore, doesn’t mean you can’t tag along,” Cal pointed out, stepping past Juniper and his brother to take a look at the rolling rack closest to him.