[Although the selection is small, Tifa is still in awe of what's in front of her, some of the suits more decorative than others, bearing little scales as decorations, and so many different colours and shades that it's hard to pick from. She settles on something somewhere darker—a two piece in a deep shade of red with golden scales holding the straps to the main piece, and a translucent sarong in white, the bottom hem of it also decorated in matching golden scales sewn into the fabric. Even then, the fabric is light and smooth, almost silky against her skin.
And when she comes out of the changing room with her selection, she sets her hands on her hips, trying not to let the flush in her cheeks get the better of her.]
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And when she comes out of the changing room with her selection, she sets her hands on her hips, trying not to let the flush in her cheeks get the better of her.]
Well? What d'you think?