It blew her mind a little that people would buy clothes that '<em>didn’t suit</em>' and then not wear them, Ardy wore everything she bought whether it fit or not. Suiting never really came into it, if she’d paid for it then she would damn well wear it! Then again this was the same mentality that went hand in hand with her confidence; the girl would be as happy wearing a bin-bag as she would designer gear. Self-confidence was all in the mind, or at least that’s what she’d always thought. It didn’t occur to her that she might not look good; as long as she felt good then it was all she really concerned herself with. Everybody else could have their opinions.<br/><br/>She was about to take her shorts off when she caught sight of the top, it was –<em>well yes</em>- she couldn’t imagine Beth wearing it. Which was a shame, because the Beth in her imagination was looking pretty darn good in it. Pulling it over her head, whilst Beth was still rummaging, she grinned and smoothed it down. It covered her arse, which was<br/>a win. She slipped her fingers into the waist of her shorts for a second but had to grin at her friends words.<em>Bosom</em>? Had she really just said bosom.<br/><br/>“Sweet, with the best will in the world, my tits are never going to fit in that bra.” She slid the shorts down her legs deftly, whilst keeping the top modest enough that Beth wouldn’t find out if she was wearing knickers or not. Instead she ran her hands down her body, checking that the hem of the top was low enough, and then ran her fingers through her hair. In truth the top was a little tight on her, but it was stretchy. Even so it clung to her like a second skin, and it was rather evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra because though her breasts had the pertness of youth it didn’t do much to negate the fact that the thin fabric noted every movement. It was unforgiving and that was after weeks of not eating. A moment of body envy passed quickly enough though. Ardelia liked sugar far too much to ever be as thin as Beth. The hemline was about in line with where her shorts had finished, another win.<br/><br/>Well, now she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was appropriately dressed for dinner, but if they were going clubbing she would be,<em>well</em>, probably wearing a top that cost more than her entire wardrobe. Coupled with the flip-flops, who wouldn’t be impressed? She smiled to herself at the silly notion. Turning to her friend she realised the other woman wasn’t even looking at her. She cleared her throat, still nothing, was that a blush? Ardy grinned and decided a more direct approach was in order.<br/><br/>“<em>Oi</em>” she waited until their eyes met then putting her arms out she twirled for effect before grinning wickedly.<br/><br/>“What do you think? Do I look suitable to feed?”<br/><br/>"You look lovely but um... pants, pants will make you more... er, warm."<br/><br/>Ardelia laughed outright then and rolled her eyes, sometimes she wondered just how conservative Beth was. The girl needed to loosen up, but then wasn’t that why Ardy was here?<br/><br/>“How could you be anything but warm in your house? It’s like an oven.” She addressed the disguise first but then winked. “As long as you can’t see what colour panties I’m wearing, then we’re good to go. Or at least that’s what my mother always said.”