"Well, if you do hold lessons, let me know! I'd be super interested in signing up!" Psykgi said.
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"I'd love to buy it... hang on!" she got out her purse, "I mean, it's exactly my size, it's perfect. It's so hard to find perfection a second time, you know?" she laughed lightly. "It can go towards starting up classes, haha!"
"Okay! Hi, Serima! My name is Psykgi Mentha, nice to meet you!" There - that introduction out of the way, "Well, yes, of course. It's really busy this year, and there's always some schedule fallout as the city recovers." Odd wording. She winced inwardly at the implications of explosions, but hey, that was what Bloodfest was like to Civisect - an explosion of fun. There was always a recovery period, for both the city and the trolls in it. "But I'll see you at the rehab center anyway, and we can figure it out then!"
quite uneventful
unaru
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Psykgi couldn't help but return to the booth. There was something about being pampered by two lovely women, or just being pampered in general that she couldn't fault.
Subjecting herself to the experienced hands of the ladies, she soon found herself looking as coquettish as a wiggler who is cute, knows they're cute, and has just stolen the last cookie.
And also super classy. A little too classy for her tastes this time around. Too much combing in her hair, too much straight-lace for her playful spirit.
"Mm, the first formal wear outfit is still perfection." she said, admiring it retroactively. It had been formal and just playful enough for her tastes without being inappropriate. Tasteful, but bold.
Eh, well. She had the outfit. She could wear it whenever she wanted now.
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3 - Cute
5 - Formal
5 - Classy
