<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School parking lot... then a few random stores (phone store, computer store, etc.)... then a large clothing store<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform... then a bunch of very revealing and flirtatious outfits<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki was quite pleased with the response she elicited from Biscuit. She had no idea what he was imagining, and was perhaps a little wary of getting herself into a tight spot (and, in all likelihood, a tight outfit), but the thrill of uncertainty was definitely fun. And of course she could put the kibosh on anything that went<em>too</em>far.<br/><br/>Once again there was the matter of actually<em>mounting</em>the bike. As before she had no bags in her hands to worry about – this time because she hadn’t done any shopping yet and had left her satchel back in her dorm room – but there was a new challenge: this was a school parking lot, with plenty of students in the area who would certainly get a peek. With a sigh she realized there wasn’t much she could do about that – luckily she was wearing underwear – but there was one spectator she could do something about. She put a finger on Biscuit’s cheek and – gently but firmly – forced his head to turn away from her. Then she swung a leg over, took a moment to fix her skirts under her, and finally settled into position on the seat behind him. This time she was ready to slide her arms around his torso and nestle up against his back – shyness was overridden by the memory of how thrilling the ride could be.<br/><br/>She gave him the signal that she was ready, and then they were off. It could have been the fact that they were in daylight now, or perhaps just that she was getting used to it, but the ride was a whole hell of a lot less<em>terrifying</em>this time. It was still exhilarating, but not being on the verge of a heart attack from fear of dying made it a lot easier to enjoy the world around her as they rode. She was meticulous about not disturbing Biscuit – she tried to fidget as little as possible while pressed against his back and hips – but she kept looking around at the scenery they passed, and naturally repeatedly had to brush the hair from her face. She even waved and bowed her head at passersby who acknowledge them, or looked at them curiously.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the phone store, Natsuki dismounted awkwardly, once again stumbling as her legs tried to re-adapt to solid land. She had stand bent over with her hand on her knee – the other hand holding up a raised finger signalling Biscuit to give her a moment – for almost a full minute to recover.<br/><br/>Natsuki was not much of a shopper. That was partly due to simply never having much money, but mostly due to the fact that one couldn’t very well just browse a shopping district with a red card and not expect trouble. Shopping for Natsuki was a matter of figuring out what she wanted beforehand, then getting in and out quickly before anyone came looking for trouble.<br/><br/>So even before walking into the phone store, she knew exactly what she intended to get. It was a simple matter of pointing and paying. The one hitch was that she had to distract Biscuit by coaxing him to go check something else out while she paid; she didn’t want him to see her red card.<br/><br/>It was the same procedure, essentially, at the computer store. She knew exactly what laptop she wanted, and simply had to rattle off the model number and ask for it to be shipped to her dorm room. Again, the tricky part was distracting Biscuit while she paid.<br/><br/>There wasn’t really much she had to get, so it only took a few more stops – always following the same routine of distracting Biscuit when it came time to pay – and soon she had everything she needed except the clothes. But that was the plan: get the business out of the way first, and do the clothes shopping last. The clothes shopping was the<em>fun</em>part.<br/><br/>By the time she had Biscuit stop at the clothing store, she had grown a lot more comfortable on the bike. There was still a small production each time she got on, of course, as she forced Biscuit to look away then struggled with her school skirt. And every time she dismounted, there was still a period of wobbly legs. But she was getting accustomed to it all.<br/><br/>She insisted on having Biscuit accompany her on her clothes shopping, which was nothing like all the shopping she had done before.<em>That</em>shopping had all been strictly business: in, find pre-selected item, out.<em>This</em>shopping was far more whimsical. There was no danger in taking her time trying on many multiple items in a single store, because the red card only became an issue when it was time to pay. She could draw out the trying-on phase as long as she wanted until then.<br/><br/>And so she did. Had she been alone, she might just have picked a few items rather quickly then left. But with Biscuit along to model before… shopping became<em>fun</em>. Naturally, she tried the styles she had originally intended to get – mostly plain and unassuming fitted pants and straight skirts, and simple tops. But Biscuit’s presence encouraged her to be…<em>bolder</em>.<br/><br/>And maybe even a little cruel, because she deliberately picked items that were… provocative. She chose tight leather skirts and pants that she would never in a million years have picked out on her own initiative, sexy heels, and bust-enhancing tops, just for the pleasure of stepping out of the change room in them and posing for Biscuit, running her hands sensually over the lines, turning around and doing a little dance for him, and asking:<strong>“Well? What do you think?”</strong>If he hesitated to offer an opinion, she was stretch her body, roll and wiggle her curves, and caress herself – pretending she was simply trying to see how the item fit. And of course, there were plenty of deliberately flirtatious questions, like<strong>“do these make my boobs look weird?”</strong>or<strong>“is this too tight around my butt?”</strong>. She even, once or twice, asked him to come over and search for the price tag – which she knew full well was in a risque place – and read it out to her… when she already knew the price, of course.<br/><br/>Technically she<em>was</em>getting her shopping done… but certainly her primary focus was clearly on torturing poor Biscuit. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she was giving him a very PG-12+ show with her modelling, she kept casually dropping suggestions that she might need him to assist her in picking out underwear or other lingerie as well. And, of course, there was the lingering promise of swimsuit shopping coming up soon, too.<br/><br/>While she was certainly enjoying tormenting the poor boy, she did feel<em>some</em>pang of remorse for enjoying herself at his expense. It was when she emerged from the dressing room wearing a pair of strappy heels, a tight miniskirt – showing off her long legs – and a shoulderless crop top that showed off her navel, that she finally… after turning and running her hands down her body to give him an excellent view of her outfit… that she finally asked:<strong>“You don’t mind this, right? I feel kinda bad for exploiting you like this, and making you stand around and wait while I try things on. I’m trying to make it fun for you, too. Are you enjoying this?”</strong>