<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, then outside walking around for a bit, then into a new 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... then the same without the hat and gloves, and with the addition of a green top... then finally back to her school uniform<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>At Biscuit’s offer to return the favour, Natsuki smiled wickedly.<strong>“It’s a pity my phone isn’t set up yet, because that pose of your a moment ago would have been just <em>perfect</em>,”</strong>she said.<br/><br/>She waited with barely contained curiosity to see what he would come up with, and was intrigued by his selection.<strong>“I’m surprised you didn’t go for something more… racy,”</strong>she commented, wryly.<strong>“But this is a nice touch.”</strong>It was, too – the outfit she was wearing was deliberately going for an over-the-top “tough” look… and primarily designed for the cleavage reveal gag she’d pulled on him. But the addition of the top – and the removal of the far-too-much gloves and hat – had a feminizing effect, toning it down considerably.<br/><br/>She went into the booth to change, then emerged and struck the usual set of poses for him to show off the look.<strong>“Is this good?”</strong>she asked.<br/><br/>Rather than smiling and waving, Natsuki smiled and held up a pair of “V” signs sideways on either side of her face, leaning slightly to one side. It was a bit of a goofy pose, but at least it was a genuine smile – in fact, she was actually laughing as she did it.<br/><br/>But once Biscuit got his picture, she just had to ham it up, putting on various poses and coaxing him to capture them in an impromptu photo shoot. First contrapposto with her hands on her hips and a deliberately bad “stern model face”, then turned to the side with her arms raised to hold her hair up with her mouth open in a soft gasp and bedroom eyes, then turned the other way with one hand on her hip making shy kissy lips that she was touching with her finger, and so on.<br/><br/>Once that game was over, she had to ask both Biscuit and the sales associate to help her gather up everything she’d intended to purchase and bring it all over to the checkout. The store employees were only too happy to help; it wasn’t a<em>large</em>wardrobe by any stretch – she would have to do a lot of mix-and-match to stretch it – but on the other hand it wasn’t all that often someone came in and bought a whole wardrobe in one go.<br/><br/>It had been a struggle to get her mother to agree to this shopping spree, even after her father offered to pay for it; her mother objected that any contribution her father made would be thanks to his criminal proceeds. But she finally conceded that Natsuki couldn’t very well walk around a new school in what was essentially prison clothing. She needed have worried; Natsuki was naturally extremely frugal – she’d picked up that habit living in the Abnormal ghetto before her detainment.<br/><br/>Natsuki didn’t haggle, but she did push for free delivery, and got it. Once again, when it came time to pay, she arranged to have Biscuit distracted….<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Only two more stops,”</strong>Natsuki said, as they left the clothing store,<strong>“and then shopping’s done. But,”</strong>she held up a warning finger.<strong>“These next to stops will be far more challenging for you than this last one.”</strong><br/><br/>She refused to elaborate on what that meant. But it would become clear a minute or two later, when she led Biscuit to the swimsuit store.<br/><br/>If Biscuit objected to going in with her, she was having none of that, even grabbing his arm and<em>dragging</em>him, if necessary. Once inside, she grinned her dangerous grin at him, and explained.<br/><br/><strong>“I have joined the swim club, and although I’ll be using the school swimsuit most of the time, I’m going to want a second suit just in case. Also, I don’t want to have to always wear my school swimsuit when I’m swimming for fun. So I’m going to need your help picking out a suit.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“What do you think?”</strong>she asked, with a straight face, as she picked up a suit and held it up in front of herself for him to see. “The school suit is a one piece, so maybe a second one piece?”[/color][/b] It was<em>technically</em>a one piece halter top suit… but most of the material aside from the cups and the crotch was mesh, and therefore covered nothing and revealed everything.<strong>“Or maybe a two piece, for some variation?”</strong>Naturally the bikini she chose was just as racy – a tiny little number with string-tie sides.<br/><br/><strong>“What would you recommend?”</strong>she asked with theatrical innocence.