She would dart in with unnatural swiftness and quietness, such that when he turned back around he would find her bent over and rummaging through his wardrobe, muttering excitely. "No, not this... No... Ooh, these shoes are nice..." She would toss out a pair of boots, still looking through his shirts and pants, her upper half hidden from view as her perky rump wiggled slightly when she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, turning a little from side to side as she plumbed the depths of his closet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>