She watched him for a while, waiting for his opinion. She could see that he was not comfortable with this at all. She watched as he glanced around the clothes, he looked a bit lost honestly. She wanted to laugh a bit, to see a man like him surrounded by such feminine garments made her mood lighten. She had been so worried about this and that, that she had forgotten that she was free. Well, sort of, she was very close to being completely free. She looked at him, realizing that he probably wasn't going to be of much help. She looked at the blouse that he had picked out, tilting her head. It looked very nice, similar to what she wore. "It is very nice, however, I feel like I should stay away from something that would...still look like me." She sighed and shook her head. "You must understand that I only wear one garment, all of these pieces here." She flung her hand around suggesting the entirety of the store. "Confuse me," she admitted in a slightly frustrated tone. She wasn't mad at him but the whole different fashion thing was annoying at this point.<br/><br/>If anything, she did not want to see him shirtless, ever. Not saying that there was anything wrong with him, he was a good looking man but she just couldn't think like that. Thinking about the bare flesh of a man made her skin crawl in an unsettling manner and her stomach would roll around in an agonizing knot. It brought flashbacks that she was not willing to work through or remember she would need some serious therapy to get over that feeling. She tried to hold back the sudden wave of discomfort that came to her. She held up her hands frantically, waving them quickly. "I do not think that it will be necessary for you to demonstrate. Your explanation was suitable." She got the gist of it, though she wasn't sure how she liked the buttons, since they were new to her. They seemed like a tedious task to have to deal with, though she did like the design of it. The black color suited her the most, while the multicolored pinwheels looked similar to one of her other kimonos. She gently took the hanger out of his hand, holding the shirt closer to her face for better inspection. "I like this," she murmured, rubbing her fingers in the fabric, it was soft.<br/><br/>She nodded her head, deciding that she had found one part of her outfit; it was time to continue to look for another piece. She hummed to herself, enjoying the luxury of actually being able to shop. She stopped in front of a rack of light blue colored pants, she stared at them and she looked at the long holes of fabric. She assumed it worked the same way as the shirt did, but for the legs. She held up a few hangers, not sure if she liked the way some of them looked. She was sure that Azrai wouldn't know what to do either. She compared the pants to the kind he was wearing, his looked baggier and more comfortable, though she supposed that it was because he was a man and he didn't have curves to show off. Though some pants in this store were questionable. She picked a few pairs, wanting to find a place to try them on. She had also picked up a cropped gray jack to cover her arms. She wasn't comfortable exposing the bruises on her body. She wanted them to be healed first.<br/><br/>"Do you need help miss," one of the workers asked her. She flinched a bit staring at the woman, her anxiety levels rising. She could barely understand her dialect, her eyes wide with fear. The lady smiled at her and looked at Azrai and winked. "I see you're taking your lady shopping, how sweet." Shizu squeaked as she was escorted to the lingerie section, a flush touching her face. She looked at Azrai, a silent plea coming from her. "My comrade and I are nothing like that," she said to the woman. "Sure thing honey but you need to look good for him," the woman said nonchalantly, ignoring her and happily picking out a wide selection of bras. Shizu glanced down at the weird item on clothing, just what the hell was she supposed to do with this. "Um...what is this," she asked hesitantly. The woman gave her a dull stare before she sighed. "It's a bra honey; it covers your girls and lifts them." Shizu blinked at the weird slang and frowned. "My...girls?" The woman shook her head, acting like she was talking to some kind of moron. '"Yeah your girls...ya know...breasts." If she could, Shizu wanted to die from embarrassment. How could women be so...crude?  She wore bindings around her chest for modesty, though she knew of some women would allow the layers of their kimono to cover their chest.<br/><br/>"Just go try them on and if you need help let me know." She ushered the protesting Oni into the Dressing Room before shaking her head. She honestly had never met such a clueless lady before. She moved off to help other customers who knew what they wanted. Shizu stood in the changing room with an arm full of bras and clothes. She looked at the bras before setting them down. She needed to recover from that situation. This world was so strange. She decided that she wanted to change, pay, and leave as soon as possible before another humiliating moment happened. She quickly got dressed to the explanation that Azrai had given her, though the bra part had been confusing, resulting in a few moments of being tangled in the straps. When she was finally done, she looked at herself in the reflecting glass. She...looked different or should she say more modern. Everything fit accordingly without displaying herself like some common prostitute. She was satisfied. Now for the verdict, not that Azrai would know that she was seeking his approval. It was a habit that she had to get out of because she knew it would cause annoyance. Who liked someone who always wanted their approval? No one.<br/><br/>Walking out of the dressing room, after she had neatly folded all the clothes she didn't want, she looked over at Azrai rather shyly. She held her old kimono tightly in her hands, before she stopped in front of him. She held out the kimono to him and bowed her head slightly. "Please sell this. I know that it may be dirty, but kimonos like this are hard to come by. A collector would love this and clean it. I...I do not wish to own it anymore," she said softly, knowing that he could understand why she would want to rid it. She wanted to start over and leave that wretched, old life behind. "I have been spending a lot of the money you have and this could fetch a very pleasant price." She knew that it would and overall it would make her feel better about spending his money if she paid him back.<br/><br/>She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, feeling a bit embarrassed. She didn't even bother looking for the woman who had helped her, well embarrassed her. "I think that this outfit will suffice for the time being," she muttered lowly. â€œAre you ready?â€ She reminded herself that this would be the last she would go shopping with a man or in such a store like this one. But it had been cheap, so she wouldnâ€™t complain too much.