Job Hunting and Formal Shopping? [Private; enter upon request]

She laughed, helping the girl up, her face beginning to hurt with how many times she had smiled. "Come on, let's look together. What are you thinking I should wear?"

"I uh..." she dusted off her jeans as she stood, releasing Savannah's hand, "I was thinking about something with a big skirt. Like a princess's dress? But black. But it has to still have color!" she rattled off, showing no signs of stopping her list of qualifications.

She shook her head. "I like deep, passionate colors." She said, shrugging, "Warm colors..."

"Violet!" she jumped up, happily, practically diving back into the racks.

Savannah's wide eyes trailed after the girl, shocked and confused. "Uhm... okay. That's... that's fine."

Beyril tossed out a few garments, screaming, "NOPE!" as she did so before a loud, "AH-A!" burst forth.

Savannah followed behind her, picking up the dresses and hanging them back up. "Wh-... what did you find...?"

Beyril climbed out of the racks, holding up a violet dress with a black tulle bottom, "Here! This one!"

Savannah could almost feel her eyes bug out, her heart racing as she moved her legs closer together. "It's... it's very short..."

"Try it on! We can always add more fabric to the bottom!" she smiled excitedly, a pleading expression on her face that begged for acceptance.

Savannah stood frozen, looking from it to the girl, her eyes finally resting on the tulle. "Beyril, my legs... I can't..."

She tilted her head, "Why not? We can make it longer before the formal."

"I..." She shifted, looking away, hiding the expression on her face. "My legs are scarred, Beyril. I... I don't show them. Ever."

Beyril offered her a tender smile, unfastening her belt without question and pulling her jeans off of her hips right in the middle of the store.

Savannah's eyebrow raised as she looked at her, staring curiously. "Beyril, what are you doing?"

"Giving you my pants!" she stated simply. Her underwear looked something like tight shorts that clung to her scrawny hips. She was muscular and toned, but to the trained eye, she showed signs of atrophy from malnutrition. She didn't seem to mind the odd looks she was getting in the dress shop as she held out her jeans and the dress, "You shouldn't let fear keep you from showing them all how beautiful you are."

Her face flushed for a second as she took the articles, shrugging and smiling at her. "I... think you should at least sit down somewhere." She dashed off, however, darting into a changing room and quickly changing out so as to not get either of them in trouble.

When she stepped back out of the dressing room, Beyril sat on the floor, legs crossed, in her shirt, and bright green underwear. She grinned, "See? It's wonderful!"

Savannah flushed, holding the pants up as best she could. "It's... it's really nice. I'm... quite fond of corsets." She grinned. "You think it will look alright with that much tulle?"

Beyril nodded quickly, scrambling to her feet, "Of course! You'll look like a princess." she grinned.

She practically snorted. "I wouldn't go that far." She said, laughing to herself before popping back into the room, sliding the jeans under the door a few moments later. "I do like it, though. It'll need adjustments --- I can barely breathe in this thing --- but I think that it would be nice."

Beyril smiled, taking her pants back and worming into them, "So you're getting it?"

"You just created the shortest shopping trip ever." Savannah said in return, stepping back out in her maxi dress, seeming far more relaxed to be back in it.

Beyril shrugged, "I tend to focus on a topic."

"I had no idea," she said, holding the dress and leading her to the adjustments center. "It's not like I just saw it first-hand or anything."