Ryo was staring at the clothing on the racks. He kept picking something up and putting it back. He honestly...didn't have a clue what was appropriate for the party. He about jumps out of his skin as he'd been lost in thought when he felt hands on his hips. He turns his head and blushes when he realizes...it was just Saint. He rubs the back of his head. "I am not good at this shopping thing. I haven't a clue as to what would go with what. And what would be okay for the party. This is definently not an area of forte for me." he says shyly and embaressedly.