As Oskar waited for his order and chatted easily with the woman filling it, Jane took in her surroundings and looked closely at some of the stores around them. One in particular caught her eye. A bright pink color dominated the store front labeled, "Victoria's Secret." She wasn't sure what was secret about it; the display openly showed large shiny dolls modeled after women wearing undergarments much like those Oskar had just bought for her. Except these were different. Highly embroidered and decorated with lace, some of them were as translucent as her over gown, which she would never have worn alone due to its transparency. What was their purpose? Jane reached out a hand to touch some of the thin fabric on one of the "bras" hanging on a rack. That was the term the salesclerk had used to describe the undergarment at the previous store.<br/><br/>Stepping to another rack, Jane felt a hand close around her upper arm. She startled and turned, seeing Oskar as he put both hands on her shoulders and gently spun her around and ushered her out of the store. Returning her to the stand, he took cups from the smiling woman and handed one to Jane, then leading her over to a small table and sitting. Jane sat in the opposite chair, shifting uncomfortably in the new jeans she wore.<br/><br/>Experimentally, she took a sip of the drink Oskar had given her. The bitter flavor washed over her pallet, but was quickly soothed by a sweetness she didn't recognize. She peered into the drinking hole in the cup, trying to get a glimpse of the liquid inside. It tasted like the black coffee her father would drink, only better. Ordinarily she couldn't stand the stuff, but the cup Oskar had given her taste quite good, and she told him so.<br/><br/>After her comment on the coffee, she lapsed into silence for several minutes, watching others pass by. Looking down at herself once more, she plucked at the shirt that she somehow felt was too tight, though it exposed much less of her flesh than her dress had. "Do I look more...<i>ordinary</i>now?"