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The space became surprisingly open in no time. Just fellow customers and a ...demoness? More shiny shoes had Levi sliding her gaze from the attendant's face down to her feet as West mentioned that it was her who was to be tended to. Ah, so that was what he meant by it depending on me. Her boilfriend was intending to match with her garment; Levi's innards felt funny just then, picturing the doorway as they walked in together, causing her cheeks to grow warm. Hopefully she wasn't getting ill, Levi thought while brushing a hand over her midsection briefly. If she was smiling about this newfound information, the attendant's face was likely a terrible reflection of it; no smile was to be seen when the stern demoness eyed the monster ghoul.

"And what exactly would be suitable for your tastes on that evening, Miss?" The underlined question was: Do you have any taste at all? Judging by Levi's current attire, the answer was no. She might just have gone behind the maul and picked something out of the dumpster from the rejected stock of lesser shops for all she knew. Barbaric. The demoness showed no physical signs of her inner thoughts, but the absolute pain and bitterness of having to deal with this situation was there.

Don't know what's what fer wearin', but wore a dress last year. So... maybe lookin' fer'a dress? The attendant looked as though she'd just confirmed an answer to an unknown question. Had it been permissible for her to rub at her temples, she would have done so. Alas, she simply went on as a professional.

"... of course."

The tatzel's head tilted slightly away from the stern-faced demoness for a moment to take a look at what West was holding. That fer me? Levi was serious; was that what was in fashion for this year? Or was it- Or fer yew? There was something not quite settling about West using that garment. How would he even fit into it? What had been turning around in her stomach earlier in a ticklish sort of way had suddenly gone sour. Levi didn't want to imagine that again.

Mildly concerned that foul projectile vomiting was about to occur on their products, the attendant interjected. "Miss, if you're looking for the latest in VOUV, please follow me. I have a garment in mind for you to suit your... style perhaps. Though you may need to try it on for proper sizing." She'd need to have it burned afterwards.

The attendant with the shiny shoes didn't want to have this low-class beast child outfitting herself in the glamour that was Vepar designs, but neither would she be the one to cause or allow calamity. This was a place of elegance and beauty and she would simply have to take this eyesore and clean it up. Again, she was a professional, after all; a very agitated one at the moment...but a representative nonetheless!

Levi kept up, following after, but continuously looked back to West, keeping him within a reasonable distance. Appearing before a wide section at the back of the store, the demoness looked sternly at Levi and examined her once more. "All of our gowns suitable for evenings out can be seen here." There was a moment of pause as if she'd half expected the ghoul to step up and examine some of the garments herself; it didn't happen. "Do you have any specifications of what you might enjoy in a dress?" This was the demoness' way of dubbing down for Levi. Of course there were far to many types of VOUV dresses for her to realistically categorize them as just dresses, but if this mongrel was incapable of understanding that...

Uh... The tatzel ghoul's tail flickered as she thought, trying to piece together something to offer. Her eyes darted towards the wrath demon to see if he had any ideas before giving what she could. I like orange?

"... of course." With a few more clicks of those shiny heels, the attendant's fingers reached out toward the fabric of one dress, looking back over to Levi and not bothering to take it off the rack just yet. "I believe this should fit you well enough. Would you care to try it on?"

Again, Levi looked at West, as if he'd know better causing the attendant to internally huff in agitation. The demoness was likely a master of this sort of thing, Levi reasoned, so surely it was fine to trust her judgement on this call. Sure thing! Where do'I-

The demoness cut off Levi's inquiry sharply, whisking the dress off its place on display and down the depths of the shop in the blink of an eye. "Follow me, please." The attendant's eyes moved from Levi to West, extending the offer to him as well if he was her... escort in this venture.

It wasn't like she needed his approval or anything but she did it was a plus. The wrath demon was supposed to be a pro when it came to this sort of thing, afterall. The thick black leather curtain slid to one side on silver grommets and the attendant moved aside to allow Levi to step in the change room within, leaving the dress hanging on a hook inside.

"For now, please undress and I will assist you shortly once I've gathered the rest of the ensemble." This ghoul would need all the help she could get putting it on as it was meant to be seen if she was going to walk around in it. Wearing it incorrectly would be even more of a disgrace to the Vespar name. Alrighty. Can I just close thi- "I'll shut the curtain for you, Miss. Simply begin to undress and I will return."

Letting out a heaving breath as the grommets slide back over to remove Levi from sight, the demoness went to work collecting the various accessories and items that coordinated with the gown. If a sale was going to be made here, she'd make sure it was worth her efforts. Soon rustling was heard from inside the dressing room, and occasionally a bump would appear against the curtain; someone was obviously turning around in there.

The demoness had a few items already in her arms that were for underneath the dress when she passed by West, noticing his choice of coat. There might have been some displeasure in seeing how he'd creased it over his arm without a care. "That coat is part of one of Vepar's new lines, Sir. A hand stitched suede inverness overcoat appropriate for only the most capable of demons." It was unclear from her expression whether she was judging him based on his being there with the monster or if she was praising him for being a well-standing demon by appearance alone.

Undressed, Levi waited behind the curtain, now trying her best to keep her tail in a corner as to not break anything. The seat in here might be worth 3 million silver or something. With a quick movement, the heavy curtain flitted to allow the attendant in once she'd left West, but not enough for outside spectators to view inside. The demoness had brought all the needed undergarments that would appropriately fit her for the outfit pending they were all the correct sizing. Which they were. How'd she know?!

Among the array of sounds of zipping, pulling and ruffling coming from the stall, a tatzel's voice chimed. Sure this ain't missin' a piece?

"No, Miss, the back is open."

What 'bout this part 'ere? Are ya'supposed ta'see ma-

"Yes, it's supposed to be this way. Please hold still while I enclose this last clasp... ...there. Have a look outside by the mirrors." The attendant pulled the curtain aside, hugging onto the wall of the filled dressing room while Levi stepped back out in full attire. From the necklace that co-ordinated to the tailpiece, down to her shoes that made her taller than the usual, Levi seemed to have been given the complete package.

"Please stand up here, Miss, so I can see if the bottom hem would require any adjustments."

Eh, right right. Umm- just up 'ere? Like this? Once up on the platform in front of a tri-fold mirror, the ghoul broken her elegant demeanor by opening her mouth and hollering as usual.

West! C'mon'over 'ere. Whaddaya'think, city boil? Fancy 'nuff fer ya ta'match? The demoness huffed internally again, fabric snapped out of her fingers as Levi turned around once for the wrath demon to see the outfit completely.

"The length is fine." The attendant too now looked to West, suspecting it was his call on if the garment was suitable for this detestable ghoul.

Levi wanted to frown in objection when West suggested this new dress was better than the last, given the work put into it, but she couldn't. The ghoul's face remained stuck in a grin when looking at the wrath demon.

Seems ta'feel good'nuff.

Usually Levi would perform some intense stretches or moves to test out the comfort and mobility of a garment-

this was no exception.



Rising onto her decorated tail, Levi swayed the skirt this way and that, testing the weight and stability of the fabric. The demoness' face lingered between baffled and outraged, completely drained of anything that could be considered a visual response to what this customer was doing. Hmm.. yep. This part's good n' tight. Though there ain't much of'it. The ghoul placed her hands at her midsection, emphasizing that the bodice was fitting as it should. Reckon that'll be good fer tha'rest'a this. Pretty heavy compared ta'tha' other one I wore. But ain't uncomfortable by'a long shot. Could probably git'in'a cartwhee-

"Miss, that position? You may want to reconsider standing in such a way or you will wrinkle your tail accessory in the process. It would be best to remain on your feet while in this gown as much as possible." Somewhere in there was a facepalm dying to be made, but also a swift backhand to the disobedient scarling soiling the name of Vepar. How she missed the good old days. She had to admit, however, that the dress did fit well on the ghoul; just a reflection of her abilities as a representative.

Oh geeze, yeah, yer right. Slinking back onto her toes, tail curling back upward behind her, Levi offered a hand out to West, leaning towards him on the podium, allowing him to see the delicate intricacy on her gloves. What'bout these? Think I'need all'a these sorta things? The black crystal necklace, the matching chandelier earrings, the bracelet, the hair fasteners and the stockings... the attendant had been quite thorough.

The demoness' eyes fell on West, the obvious real client here, interested to see what he choose to keep given his earlier questioning on the comfort of her preferred designer's work. However, even if he had made light mockery of it, he still appeared to be a young demon of adequate standing. Adjusting her fashionably streamline spectacles, the demoness smiled at West, internally wishing with a black ball of growing hate in her chest that these two clients would not stay in here any longer than was absolutely necessary to close the deal.

It was hard letting go, quite literally, as West held her gloved hand within his. She could tell his hands weren't nearly as soft as hers; they were, as she always thought, rough like rocks. This was by no means a negative trait as far as she was concerned. Levi looked at this as the boil being a hard worker and not afraid of getting into the nitty gritty. West may have been a demon, and she didn't know much about his kin, but as far as the tatzel was concerned, he had some of the better qualities of/qualities better than a good old country boil.

"... of course, Sir." The demoness' smiling face turned toward Levi, waiting for an answer as if the ghoul could validate whether or not this pieces was worthy of HER purchase. This was absolute blasphemy.

Hand now running along, tracing the edges of where the dress leveled at the back, Levi's ears perked back into attention when she felt the invisible force of eyes beaming at her. Don't see why not. Got yer approval n' yew ain't no mild looker. He dressed sleek; always did. The tatzel caught herself too late after complimenting the boil, looking away only for a moment before turning back to look at the wrath demon like he were magnetized for her.

Stepping off of the platform, Levi stepped into West's personal space, brushing gently at one of his shoulders where a crease threatened to occur due to his holding the jacket. With the attendant taking her moment to get the shoes, it was just the two of them in that area. N' ya sure know what'cha like. Gettin' that fer yew? A gloved hand petted over some of the fur trim on the coat West had picked up, pleased by the homely feeling she got from it.

The hand slid across his belly just by her fingertips, gathering up his free hand and tugging him toward a direction. C'mon, I think we gotta go over there fer shoes. Levi felt a sense of pride at being able to recognize this by a box left open in front of the seating provided. The low, richly embellished sofa had a wooden frame with breakfast pillows tucked precisely under the arm rests in such a way so that they were permanently there, but the fabric remained looking neat and crisp.

"Miss..."

When the attendant returned with the boxes, Levi couldn't quite sit, but she placed a hand over one of the arm rests, deciding to avoid balancing with her tail given the lecture she'd received earlier. Taking a knee, the demoness sighed internally, slipping one of the black stilettos onto the ghoul's feet, following shortly with the other. "Try to take a few steps with them and get a feel for them with the length of the dress. This is the proper height for wearing a skirt of this length, so if these are not to your liking, I will be looking for something of the same heel height."

With that warning in mind, Levi bunched up a bit of the skirt at the front, taking a look at the shoes before standing up straight again and clicking her heels away from the couch a handful of steps before returning back to it. They feel funny, but if they ain't boots 're sandals, they're gonna be, kekeke.

"...of course."

But I think they work, aye? They worked, but how did they look?

Kekeke~ I like'em... Of course, this had nothing to do with the style or fashion but was all about choice colors. -but yew should tie'em up n' see whatcha'think with'em all proper. It was Levi losing sight of her current situation that made her move to retrieve West's other shoe herself. The click of her heels was what stopped her in a mid-bend, gloved fingers pulling back up to fold behind her back. Right- she might damage the dress or something by crinkling it that way.

Uh, nevermind. M'sure they'd look just fine with whatever ya' choose. Best ta'see 'em altogether, I reckon ta'ppreciate 'em. He did suit that orange and black combination rather well. Levi hadn't thought of any other time when he'd worn them, but her curiosity of what the whole package might look like was sitting there in the back of the ghoul's mind, threatening to come forward with a rage of its own. Perhaps she'd been looking at those ghouly magazines the other day too long or something.

The demoness wasn't at all lost. she wasn't there to scarlingsit for a couple of mismatched teenagers. She wanted to see them at the register as soon as possible while being fully professional about her approach. "If you're thinking of co-ordinating somehow with the young Miss, Sir, we have ties, vests, and dress shirts in the exact same color." Her patience might have been dwindling. "May I assist you in removing your gown? Shall I have it wrapped, Sir?" Though she spoke to Levi, it was merely a means to an end. West would have the final say as to whether or not her efforts were worth the embarrassment.

Sure! Lemme just take these off... The process of heel removal consisted of the tatzel shaking her foot in an attempt to loosen the hold the leather had on her foot. The shoe did not comply. "WE can ... remove those in the dressing room as well, Miss." With worry of shoes flying through the air at other customers, the demoness interjected to stop the shoe assault from continuing.

Taking a few steps back towards the dressing room with their attendant leading the way, Levi whispered something over to West with a smirk, kicking the front of her dress lightly with the point of her shoe. Trade ya'?