The service industry was clearly not Millicent's forte. In fact, it was quite honestly the worst job she could have been placed in, well the fact that it was a clothing store filled with female frippery was actually the very worst. Thank you Evil fucking powers that be.
That said, Millicent was used to working and she did require money. A girl had to eat didn't she? Stupid fucking job.
Though it was all worth it the moment that the blond said her name. Oh fucking priceless. A hand flew to Millicent's middle, what followed next could only be described as a fully belly laugh. Oh this was fucking brilliant. "Well Draco. Not bad in the tit department. I mean I'd do you and all." She finally said as her laugh subsided and she straightened up.
"It's Millicent FYI, or you can call me Miles. I think Miles is a good name don't you?" She stepped to the counter that held a variety of frilly underwear and picked up a soft tape measure. "Arms up and I'll do my best to not feel you up."