I was busily working on my dress styles with some of my models when I saw her looking a bit forlornly inside my shop through the main window. Dressed in her fatigues, weapons holstered, she looked a bit lost as she gazed at all the dresses I had to offer.
With a knowing smile, I waved her inside and had her join me for a cup of coffee as it was cold out. We talked for a bit she and I.
You have quite the reputation here, Mael. She said to me.
Oh? I take it as a compliment you have heard of me then, Hasle dear! I replied.
She then lowered her head some, tucking an errant strand of hair behind one of her ears before she continued
Thing is, I'm a blue jean, T-shirt, AK-47 type of woman. I doubt if you have anything in your shop that could work its magic on me.
I smiled warmly and rose, gently walking behind her and taking her arm, leading her to the dressing rooms.
I accept your challenge! I said merrily.
Wait, erm I didn't say.... She stammered as I walked with her.
Oh come on, try it. No one likes a coward! I said playfully.
With that said, she steeled herself and walked straight into the dressing room.