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Seere smiled slightly he did like this Mi, she had the most wonderful suggestions now if only his pet would take her up on them.

"You are after all free to do that as well, the casino keeps quite a few so you could change it up." A bit of a sly smirk came to his face at the suggestion. "Now you two have fun, get whatever you like..." Seere's gaze shifted to Razz the alu-fiend was looking particularly bored perhaps he should see to attending to his harem some while everyone else seemed busy.

"Feel free to show Kyrie her room too if you like. It's the one around the corner from my main room. The outer doorway," he had a inner door that lead to a large area fit for his harem or whoever he wished to call from it - fire proof lining on the walls, and sheets on the bed ... just in case.

Seere looked toward Kyrie before continuing with another thought, "I know you have your flat, but once Mr. Randal arrives there will be a project I'd like you to work with on him. A research project, the room may come in rather handy then since he'll be staying here."

Mischa smiled. "Well, sometimes when nothing else fits, we wear what we have." Turning her attention to Seere, she said, "I'm sure you have things to do, Lord Seere. I'll see that she has everything she needs and show her the room. I'm make sure it is suited to her needs and then returne her to her room when she is finished. You can find her there because I'm sure when we are finished shopping, she will want to rest awhile."

Turning to Kyrie, Mi laughed, "You know we will have to get you some nice cocktail dresses. The grand opening of the casino is in a few weeks, and I'm sure you will want to be here for that, Kyrie. There will be dancing in the ballroom and several shows. Even a grand exhibit in the art gallery. And your room is near Cela's. She's a friend who helped me decorate the casino."

Mischa slipped her arm around Kyrie's leading her towards the door. "And you will want an escort for the night of the opening. We will pick out a suit that you would like him dressed in also. That way you will have someone to dance with the entire time." Opening the door, she asked, "So do you want to see your room first or the shops?"

The look Kyrie directed to Lord Seere clearly read Don't go! but she nodded anyway - there was no reason to be scared if he said she was safe. So she let Mischa link their arms together and followed her to the door; she rolled her shoulders to throw off the eyes she felt on her back, even if there weren't any.

Somewhat startled, she squeaked, "Cocktail dresses?" Okay, she liked dresses, but the implications of cocktail dresses - they were short, and really pretty when she looked at them in magazines... but to wear one and have an escort?

"I don't have to... sleep with him... do I," she whispered to Mischa, her face flaming as she said the words.

In answer to the question, she answered, "I guess the shops?" Mostly because she was kind of scared to see her room...

Kyrie nodded, suppressing an odd urge to hug Mischa or protect her from anything dangerous. She knew where those instincts came from and was pretty sure she knew better. Instead she listened quiescently to the older woman's words; it was a relief to know that they weren't all so skimpy as the ones she saw in COSMOgirl. Not like she'd ever tell anyone she read COSMOgirl, not ever! (She'd seen one dress made entirely out of lace. No, she decided. Not a good fit for her anyway.)

She appreciated Mischa's offer, but all the same she thought she'd stick to her Aeropostale and Wet Seal clothing choices. Maybe she'd come here for pretty dresses - the ones she saw were very pretty.

"Nice to meet you, Evelyn," said Kyrie, eyeing the tape measure suspiciously but still letting the clerk do her thing. At least it was a girl. She had had guys up to there already for the day. She nodded, abruptly stopping when the clerk muttered something. "O-okay, Mischa."

Luckily for Kyrie, at least the undergarments part seemed to go fairly fast; she shook her head, mutely bright red, at anything more complex than cotton. It seemed to cause amusement among the clerks - like, seriously, she had to be playing innocent. (Unfortunately, she was not. She was serious.) The casual clothing was more fun, especially since she got to sit down near Mischa for this part - and that meant getting the elder's opinions.

This was useful, because even though she liked most of the jeans, there were some shirts she was uncertain about. Like the one she was holding right now, brow furrowed with deep thought as she swung her feet back and forth - she'd grown, but she was still a tiny little thing. The top was all pearly luminescence, black and a dark lilac shade for accent.

Turning to Mischa, she asked, "You don't think it would look trashy, do you?" And she held the top up for inspection, her eyes on Mischa's face.

Kyrie nodded, folding up the shirt and holding it out to one of the clerks. She owned clothes like that, only they didn't fit anymore, and different body types could get away with different things. Mischa's reassurance that her opinion was right brought a smile to her face.

"I'm nineteen now," she said, watching the shoes with some trepidation. She liked her sneakers! Although she probably couldn't wear them nice places, but she had boots and flats too. (Kyrie was a girl, after all). "I was seventeen until, like, an hour and a half ago. Why d'you ask?"

She leaned forward to look at a pair of boots. They looked kind of cute...

"Wow, really?" Kyrie fiddled with the boots - she had a pair like them, but those were flats and these had chunky heels on them. "You're young! I thought you had to be older to own a big place like this." But it was nice to know that you didn't have to be really old and a guy to own a business. Well, she owned one. She resourced, right? And paid small-business taxes.

With a nod to her own thoughts, she kicked off her sneakers and pulled on the boots; she stood up and walked in a circle. They wouldn't exactly be comfortable if she had to run somewhere, and they were a little too big - in the way that meant going down a half-size would make them a little too small - but glancing in a mirror, she really liked the way she looked. Kyrie brushed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled at her reflection.

She settled back down and put the boots back in the box, setting them next to her sneakers. Three pairs of heels were a lot, she thought, but Mischa was older and being so nice that she didn't say so. "Do you have an escort," she asked with a smile at Mischa, "What's he like?"

Wow, thought Kyrie, Mischa knows what she's doing! Everyone seemed to get what she was saying, too, which was rather different from what Kyrie did - ramble off really technical stuff and hope they understood a word she was saying. She slipped on the new boots, and smiled happily. Much better!

"You know Mr. Fauste?" Her opinion of Mischa had just skyrocketed, it was clear from the sparkling in her oddly blue eyes. "He's my employer," she said, "I find him stuff he can't buy himself because of those stupid laws against career summoners. I'm really good at it."

She'd probably be better now, she reflected. With the boobs and all. Kyrie shrugged it off. "I don't really have that many friends," she said, "My classmates thought I was really strange, and most of my friends end up disappearing or getting into prison and I don't know why!" She sighed and resettled herself on the chair to look at the jewelry, somewhat pointedly ignoring the male models for the moment. She would have to look eventually, but eventually wasn't right now!

Kyrie eyed the necklaces - she hadn't taken off the boots yet because they were in fact very comfortable - and traced a fingertip along the edge of a gold torque. A tiny diamond hung from the center point of the necklace. "What if, with the all-gold one..." she set it near the drop earrings and the tennis bracelet.

"He's very easy to work for," she said, "and he's very nice, no matter how mad he was that I had to drop out of school. He tried really hard to keep me in, you know. But whenever I make a delivery, his friend Hae-min tutors me, so I can get my GED. He says knowledge is very important."

She nodded to herself, as if confirming the sentiment, and then she glanced up to Mischa again. "I try not to worry, but sometimes I am kind of scared for them. My uncle told me once that getting into jail was the start of a long, dark road and no one wants to see the end of a long-dark-road."

Only once she had had fun making a few matched sets - asking Mischa in the meantime which she liked best out of the ones Kyrie put together - did she look up at the models. Then her face turned bright red, and she started reorganizing her sets of jewelry. Every single one included a piece Mischa had pointed out - even if they all were no more than one necklace and earrings, with an occasional bracelet.