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After several minutes skimming around at the carious clothing items and products, Raquel started to notice that she was still getting odd looks. She felt extra vulnerable since Damian wasn't there to help her. So, she did what she was best at: blending in. She found among with a few other choice items, a short, flowy dress that complimented her legs and figure quite well. She changed into it, hoping not to stand out as much as she did in her 'street clothes'. It seemed to work for one or two women had approached her, wanting her to try various make up and jewelry, going on about her stunning beauty and sucking up in hopes she would be a big spender. Raquel new nothing about jewelry except the silver bracelet she wore around, so she decided to hold back there. Make up wise, she knew a tad about. She let the woman at the counter giver her a once over with some 'new products', even covering up her already fading bruise. Raquel looked in the mirror a little shocked, again seeing someone she'd seemed to have never met. She took a few basic things before thanking her and heading off to find Damian. She tried not to act too eager to find him, though she wanted to know what he thought of her 'new look'. She saw him a floor below her, smiled widely, then hopped onto the escalator *or elevator, idk which a fancy fancy store would have XD* She waved and called his name out loud enough for him to hopefully hear.

Raquel's face blushed a bit redder as she smiled widely for him. When he asked about her shopping needs, she held up a few choice items. She hadn't wanted to go overboard, ecspecially since she didn't know what she was doing partially. but she had chosen some rather lovely outfits that she had seen before on other high prominence women on the streets, walking to greet their boy friends or running late to a meeting with some aristocrat. She had thought their clothes were lovely, even if they were as fake as the fortunes they swore they had. "What's next?" she asked, her long eyelashes batting flirtatiously, even though she was simply trying to get used to wearing mascara. Again ti was these little accidental casualties that made Raquel so different. She always had this alluring air about her even when not 'on the job'. It was just who she was, and played a big part in how she earned money at a younger age, when she had no skills of her own. Except guitar maybe. Though she doubted Damian would ever want to hear that. A high society lady should be seen playing a piano or harp or some other 'feminine' instrument.

Raquel nodded something finally coming to her mind that she would actually request of Damian. "Do they sell instruments here?" She asked looking round curiously. "Or anywhere near here?" She looked back to him, her large eyes still wide and vibrant as a young girl.

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She smiled, nodding as she grasped his arm and sighed. "It was just something that clicked for me at a very young age..." She noted, looking down at her feet, which looked rather dainty in a pair of sandals she had been told looked lovely with her dress. She tried not to scuff her feet, as she looked back up a little distracted. "It's really strange...when I'm my lowest...I sit and just play. It takes away all the bad..." She closed her eyes, remembering being a small gril who could barely hold the large gift she was given, let alone play it. But when she found herself sad, she sat and played, and played, and played. Many times until her fingers bled. even then she'd stop only to bandage them up enough to play some more. "Music is like...the only family I've ever had..." She added, thinking about it a bit more. "It helped me survive. It's kinda like my Lorey." She smiled, looking up to him with a nod. "It's something beautiful, that I could pursue if i wanted...but lets be realistic...Its not practical or rational to think I could actually make anything out of it..." She sighed. "Or maybe its like me...strange, off beat, something to indulge in..." She furrowed her brow, disgusted with herself all of a sudden. She hadn't meant to relate her love of music to Damian's love for Lorey, it just popped into her head. "Oh...I'm sorry...I Didn't mean...." She stopped herself. "I'm going to shut up now..." She frowned, knowing she had put her foot in her mouth again.

Raquel looked up at him. There was so much more to him than she originally thought. Yes she will admit besides his good looks and supposed charm, she thought he was just some rich boy who wanted to make a girl he liked jealous or at least try to distract himself form her in a cheap way. But He wasn't like that... He was actually showing concern over her, and even if he was still wrapped up in his affection for Lorey, he was trying hard to let her go be happy. After a moment of silence and a moment of studying his face intently, she spoke. "You're so strange..." Though this wasn't with the same sarcastic, joking tone she had used before. This was a marveling, yet endearing tone that made her eyes go a bit 'dreamy' as she studied intently the small details of his face.

Raquel blinked a few times rapidly, not used to such a gentle but sweet gesture. She smiled up at him, giving him the mots genuine nad real smile she had since she'd met him. Before he did smile, but it was either laced with sarcasm, insecurity, sadness, or some other emotion. This was the only time she just....just smiled. She looked up and saw the music store above them. She bit her lip as if thinking a moment, before taking his hand gently and pulling him along. "Come on!" She smiled another pure smile at him, taking him briskly towards the escalator.

Raquel laughed. Something she hadn't done in months..no years. Had she ever laughed? Like genuinely relaxed and laughed at something? She couldn't recall but she didn't stop to think. She stood in front of the music store, looking at the various instruments for sale. She looked back at Damian once more before stepping inside, her eyes wide as she studied each and every thing, ecspecially the guitars. She tenderly reached out and let her fingers graze the tops of a few in a row. She looked like a little girl in a store full of beautiful china dolls. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she picked up a seemingly hand carved, intricate yet beautiful acoustic guitar. She felt the neck carefully and felt its weight and size before slipping the strap over her head. She sat down on a near by piano bench and began strumming, realizing quickly it was out of tune. She immediately was able to get it in correct tuning just with her ear. She then closed her eyes and began strumming away, getting the feel for its acoustics and vibrations before finally settling on a soft song she had taught herself years ago.

She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer as the last strum rang out gently through the small store. "It's just something I do..." She said, suddenly saddened. "Nothing more. And nothing less..." She slipped the guitar off from around her neck, looking it up and down before placing it back on it's stead. She gave it a loving pat as if thanking it for the song.