The assistant beamed with joy as she studied Orabelle's figure. Belle felt like she was tossed into a pit of snakes. She glanced up at Dane for help, as the woman kept giving her things to try on. Some things covered almost nothing. "Um... This is not.. I mean it does not cover.." she trailed off, and it made the middle aged woman burst out laughing. "Quite the point dear!" she said handing her a burgundy lac lingerie, "I'm sure he'd love this, you have marvelous skin!" she got a few more. "Sir?" she approached Dane who sat on a chair out the dressing room. "Would you like to take a look?"
Belle fiddled with the odd material that was almost itchy. The blood red contrasted with her pale skin, and dark hair. The lace was covering her breasts and to her mid stomach, attacked with a thong with a ribbon. Belle made a face at how uncomfortable the attire was. "How do you feel comfortable in this thing!" she muttered almost angrily.
The assistant giggled. "I see she is a hard one to please, is she not?" she went to help. "Perhaps something less...stringy?"