<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DLM6Wh8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Leasick Valshanner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15505003#msg15505003)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Yumi Katsura Bridal Store (Outlet)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Just calm down; just having some fun. God knows we could both use some in our line of work. Besides, it's not like we're not buying anything from this quite pricy store."</strong>Quite casually he waved off her suspicions as he wandered over to the veil stand in the corner, having a closer look at the various lacy bride decorations. Picking one he thought fit, he returned to Mallory. With a swift and elegant motion, he placed the veil he had picked on her head. It was a long one that reached past her shoulders and halfway down her back, with a snowflake pattern embroidered along its edge.<br/><br/><strong>"I think you'd make a lovely winter bride,"</strong>Leasick complimented her, quite earnestly in fact, with a smile cracking his lips. Smoothing out the lacey fabric with his fingers, he let a single-digit faintly brush along her jawline as he pulled his hands back.<strong>"Be honest now... At one point or another, you've wondered how you'd look in a wedding dress."</strong><br/><br/>He was mostly drawing this conclusion from memories of his late younger sister. When she was about eight or so she had a phase where she was positively obsessed with being a bride and everything surrounding it. Their parents had bought her various wedding-themed dolls and toys just to keep her happy. He figured it was one of those things the majority of women went through at one point or another in their life, much like how boys and men got into stuff like superheroes.<br/><br/>It was not long after that the store attendant returned with an elegant white dress in her arms. She seemed quite happy to see Mallory with the veil on her head, interpreting it as a young bride to be that couldn’t wait to get into her dress and walk down the aisle on her big day.<br/><br/><strong>”Oh~ That will looks absolutely amazing on my lovely Mallory!”</strong>he said as he inspected the dress as the nice lady held it up for inspection. Peering over his shoulder, he looked back at his physician with a coy expression.<strong>”Why don’t you try this one on, darling~?”</strong><br/><br/>Turning back to the store worker, he quietly told her something, unable to be heard nor seen by Mallory, as his back was turned to her and the distance between them too great.<strong>”Ah, how about I go peek around at a suit while you get changed?”</strong>he then went on to suggest.<br/><strong>”Ah, I’ll show you the way, sir,”</strong>the store worker said as she carefully hung the dress in the changing booth. Turning to Mallory, she told her polity with a small bow,<strong>”Please step into the booth. I’ll return in a moment to help you into the dress, miss.”</strong><br/><br/>Stepping out of the private changing area together, out of sight and hearing distance of Mallory, Leasick followed the woman not to the men’s tux and suit section, but to the women’s lingerie section. It took but a moment for the trained eye of the self-proclaimed connoisseur of women’s lacy private wear to find a set that would certainly match the dress Mallory would be wearing.<br/><br/><strong>”Just tell her it was your idea. Otherwise she’ll get a bit emberassed and refuse,”</strong>he told her. It wasn’t a complete lie. Would that be considered a white lie, then, he wondered. Handing her his phone, he made the intimate request for the worker to secretly snap some pictures of the young bride to not be quite yet while she was wearing the lingerie, all under the guise of wanting to make sure “it looked right on her” and that she’d be too emberassed to show him in the store like this.<br/><br/>Sending the store worker off to return to Mallory, lingerie in hand, he now walked over the men’s section for real. He was told putting on the dress would take a bit, so he had a bit of time to spare to look for his own evening attire for the mission. Finding something he liked, he returned to the private changing area, laying his selection over the arm of the couch.<strong>”You ladies ready?”</strong>he called out in the direction of the sizeable changing booth, which still had its curtain drawn.