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The bell on the door of the boutique clanked cheerfully as Siddie dragged Sammy inside. "It won't be so bad," the shadow girl said. "I mean, I'm not going to make you wear anything awful. That'd just suck. Just, y'know. Not tatty. We're gonna be on stage, so we should all be super-cute." She waved a hand at the interior of the shop and its racks of clothes. "I'm even paying! Daddy won't mind." She smirked.

The shop seemed to cater to the outlandish and bizarre; some of the racks held lacy, frilly concoctions that wouldn't have looked out of place on a porcelain doll (and it was likely that some of the living doll monsters shopped here), while others held shockingly skimpy collections of straps and scraps, and still others held eye-burningly neon garments or things pieced together like patchwork monsters. Siddie surveyed the available offerings with a critical eye. "Your hair's kinda punk-looking," she said, and tactfully didn't mention the bit of skull showing through Sammy's skin. "So maybe that's the way to go. Let's see, black leather? Plaid?"

"Black we can do. Works with the band theme, too," Siddie said thoughtfully. "If we're gonna play hard rock, we ought to look the part. Let's see ... " She vanished into the racks of clothing, leaving Sammy to be shocked and weirded out in private for a few minutes.

When she reappeared, she latched onto Sammy's arm. "I found the perfect thing! A really cute corset, I bet you'd look so great in it, and a cute fluffy skirt ... You do have some makeup, don't you?"

Siddie made a face. "Big hair is out anyway. We can do rock without looking like Cousin It. I never did think he was hot .. all those posters and stuff? Seriously. Weird."

"Corsets really show off your chest," she coaxed. "You're cute now, but I bet if you'd wear something nicer you'd be an absolute knockout." She winked at Sammy. "All the guys in school will be drooling over you."

"I guess so." Siddie chewed on a fingernail thoughtfully. "But you could try it on, just to see, right? It wouldn't hurt." This wasn't the kind of corset that cinched so tight that it cut off all your air; anyway, did undead even need to breathe? She decided that that was a question for another time. Sometime when she wasn't trying to convince Sammy to wear something exciting and new.

"How about a tank top?" She held up a clingy, boldly colored top from another rack. "This'd look really good on you."

"Aw. ... Well, I guess you're right, it's not a good match with your complexion ... what colors do you like? I"m sure I can find something!" Siddie put the offending shirt back on the rack and went back to poking through the available offerings. Oh hey!

"Look at this!" she called, taking a short, lacy dress off its hanger and holding it up against herself. "Do you think it would fit? I mean, on me? Isn't it cute?" Staying on task among all this stuff was kind of difficult.

"I guess I would have to worry about the length, huh? Since the stage is above the seats in most auditoriums ... " Siddie studied the dress with some disappointment. She didn't really care to flash the audience accidentally. Well, if she didn't find anything here, she could always modify something in her closet a little. She put the dress back.

"Let's see, earth tones ... here's a nice dark red," she offered, holding up a top somewhat more modest than the previous one, albeit with more decorative strappy bits. "I bet it'd bring out the color of your hair."

"Yeah, that'd kind of suck." The kind of underwear Siddie wore was not intended to be public knowledge, after all. Maybe she'd find something that went with pantaloons. That sounded good, actually, something that looked like a sweet doll ... She nodded to herself, stashing the idea away.

"What kind of skirts do you like?" she asked absentmindedly, not putting the top back yet.

"You don't like skirts?" Siddie shot Sammy a startled look, then studied her more closely. "I shouldn't be so surprised, huh?" She flipped a ponytail back over her shoulder and tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. Sammy's hair was lovely, a wonderful auburn, and it looked so silky; the short, layered cut she kept it in looked tomboilishly cute on her. Hmmmmm. Yeah, she could totally work with that.

She moved over to a different section and rummaged through a rack of pants until she found what she was looking for, and triumphantly held up a pair of black pants with way too many zippers for any kind of practical use. "How about these?"