"Really?" Cooper put on his best downcast face. "Not even a little faux zebra, you know, just around ..." He swirled his hands at a vaguely breast-ish height before him. "For emphasis and all. No?" With a shrug he turned back to the racks.<br/><br/>"Ah, well. You're the fashion expert after all."<br/><br/>Now, what else? The sheer number of choices was overwhelming, tops and bottoms of every style, description and color. Cooper drifted from stand to stand, flipping through one set after another. It wasn't long before he began to feel what he could only describe as bemused disquiet. Looking at so many pairs in a row, they had started to run together.<em>Have I seen this already?</em>he thought, hanging up another bra. Then his eye fell upon a section he had missed to this point, and there it was. He took one long decisive step forward and picked the item from where it hung.<br/><br/>"This," he said, holding it before Sarah. It was one of those - what did you call them? - teddy numbers, a little low in the back, a little high around the legs, decorated at the edges with lace and straps thinner than earphone cable. Close enough fitting to be sexy as hell, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. "Like a South Seas pearl," he said. "The color. I kinda like the idea of you lounging around in this on a lazy Sunday afternoon."<br/><br/>