<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>A large clothing store<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Heavy black denim jacket, heavy black jeans, heeled boots with buckles, black peak cap, black fingerless gloves<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki stood with her hands on her hips, deliberately holding the front of the jacket open, smiling mischievously at Biscuit while he took the view in. She, of course, was more than happy to have him stare. It was great fun to have the poor boy dangling on her line, and it helped her regain control of the flow after he caught her off guard earlier by offering her the jeans.<br/><br/>She saw him stepping backwards, and she saw the danger, and she instinctively started to move to reach out to stop him. Luckily she caught herself in time, because had she reached out to grab his arm… in all likelihood he would have gotten a good show.<br/><br/>Lucky for her, though; not so much for him. Because he fell back over the bench and ended up in a rather awkward position.<br/><br/>Carefully keeping her hands in place to prevent the jacket from opening any further, Natsuki stepped forward, intending to offer a wry comment. But as she approached to look over the bench, between his splayed legs, she got a<em>hell</em>of a view herself. Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth made a small ‘O’.<br/><br/>Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help the thought from echoing through her brain:<em>Well…, I guess it really is true what they say about Western men….</em><br/><br/>She stared quite shamelessly until Biscuit closed his legs, then looked away, embarrassed, her cheeks bright red.<strong>“W-well,”</strong>she said, trying to reassert control of the situation.<strong>“I guess you liked it.”</strong><br/><br/>She couldn’t help him back to his feet, unfortunately… that entailed far too much movement, reaching out, and leaning over, and thus far too much risk of revealing more than she intended. So she stepped back and held the jacket closed around her until he sorted himself out.<br/><br/>Once he was on his feet again, Natsuki recovered her composure (keeping the jacket pulled shut around her), and spoke:<strong>“I think I’ve got enough to have a working wardrobe. I have two more stores to stop into before we can grab something to eat. Don’t worry; I only need a couple things from each. But before we finish up here…. Because you’ve been such a good sport about my playing around with you, I am going to pose for a picture for you. You need a picture of me for your phone, after all. I’ll need one of you, too, once I set up my phone, so I know you’re calling. But for now, let’s get a picture of me for your phone. You may pick out any outfit in this store – any of the ones I’ve already tried on, or a completely new one – and I’ll pose in it for you.”</strong><br/><br/>She held up a finger.<strong>“But it can’t be anything inappropriate!”</strong>she said, firmly. Then she grinned, tugging at the jacket she was holding closed around her.<strong>“Like this,”</strong>she admitted, sheepishly.<strong>“I mean… <em>sexy</em> is fine, but… you know. Nothing that you wouldn’t see in a decent fashion magazine.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“So pick anything you want me to pose in, and I’ll give you a picture for your phone that will bring a smile to your face every time I phone you.”</strong>