"Right? I have no idea where the bitch finds all the designer duds she comes up with. Her closet is like a fucking...I don't even know, but it's somebody's wet dream." And eventhough they hadn't found anything for Jaida in it, a little bit of searching and the dress she'd worn tonight had popped up on their radar. It was perfect, of course, she wouldn't have slipped into it otherwise. It was still fucking sexy, still colorful, it just wasn't all thrown together in that DIY way that Jaida had always been so fond of. "I know. It just seems fucking dumb to keep dressing like a little street rat when I'm pretty sure you and I have more fucking money than Amsterdam's biggest bank, y'know? It doesn't feel genuine anymore." So now it was time to find what did, to experiment a little. "Uh, I think fuck yes, I'm always down for shopping with you."
Jaida slipped her hand into Vivian's and followed her right along, taking in the full picture made up of all those little parts she'd snuck peeks of in the weeks leading up to tonight. Seeing it now, all together, it made quite a fucking picture. She couldn't help but be a little bit awed by the woman at her side, by her drive - she always was. Jaida turned her hand just enough to let it gently cradle Vivian's cheek, drawing her mouth down for a slow kiss, one that she hoped could say everything that she couldn't find the words for. The little muse had never been good with telling someone how she felt, at big emotional declarations, but she could sure as hell show Vivian, right now, what she meant to her.