Very strange. Was it her scent that triggered others to do this normally ? A super pheromone perhaps ? Perhaps it was just cooinsidence.<br/>Both were really seeking areas out of the obvious range of sight for a reason anyway and the more common reason would be probably drug dealing and well ... this.<br/><br/>If it was true she had some scent thing - which was a concern in the back of her mind the faeries "gift" of being something that demanded attention really held little bounds. Fay contemplated the pros and cons of running into the shop store and asking this couple for help.<br/><br/>The thing is that intimate times the couple was seeking may be very special to at least one of them. Something if interrupted could ruin whatever good may come of it. It was her first day back and as much as Fay racked her brains to recall what happened in Arcadia nothing gelled - trying to think of it just gave her a headache - any insight could give her warning on what to avoid ... still nothing .. perhaps somethings one should just get used to. Hypnotherapy regression stuff aside - what Fay had was need - short term ones to solve medium term problems. She needed clothes.<br/><br/>The store was close - but so was many nearby. Carefully Fay stooped and reached towards some of their clothes then before taking them she stopped and pulled her hand back.<br/><br/>Stealing them was tempting - but if Fay didnt know what would happen to them if they were caught in this way. What if it was an office affair ? or something even more awkward ? Stealing them wouldn't solve Fay's issues even in the short term. Nothing would fit. Besides they would see her try and make away it wouldn't exactly be hard to chase her or shout for others to - nor easy to hide what she had taken.<br/><br/>Fay stepped away. Yes they would hear her and be startled but best try and not disturbing them as much as possible. Fay looked straight towards the fashion store and akwardly, and painfully started towards the shop. Her face strained wit the effort to suppress tears due to the occasions her thighs hit what already was battered. Coordinating hind legs was awkward - especially now her hind ones had to be spread unfemininely.<br/><br/>http://www.national-eas.com/Photo_Index_-_Boutique_Index_files/Clothing%20Store%201.jpg (http://www.national-eas.com/Photo_Index_-_Boutique_Index_files/Clothing%20Store%201.jpg)<br/><br/>She resolved in her mind to tell whoever was behind the counter ...<br/><br/><strong>" I'm very sorry Miss to disturb you. But I have found myself in a little predicament I was hoping your kind shop could help me with. Some practical joke was played on me last night which has found me without modest attire. I don't have my purse with me but I can't fetch it in this state. Is there any off cuttings you can spare? "</strong><br/><br/>still that throbbing of pain ... if she made it there ... best to practice one more sentence in her head also<br/>...<strong>"And um.. you wouldn't happen to have an ice pack handy would you by any chance ?"</strong><br/><br/>Walking was close impossible. Surely more legs should make it easier ! ... oh these heels !<br/>