<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547278907636842500/963645797172379718/Ehe9uZRXcAAnjCY.jpg?width=472&amp;height=638)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image (Closest I could find to the boobwindow sweater!)<br/>ate/Time: Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br/>Location: Clover’s outlet |downtown | Raven city<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Poppy, Brett<br/><strong>Content:</strong>stuff<br/><hr/><br/>Dragged all around the vast, expansive store by Poppy. Her eyes were all awander, marveling at just how many options were available in one place. And as she was anazed at it, the pile in her arms grew ever-higher, Poppy loading her up with ideas of what may fit in with the humans. Fit in better than what she had on, at least. She didn't envy the task Poppy had given herself, Sashiko was well aware the troubles of shopping for her figure, and most everything she had in her world were completely custom made. And as much as she could feel the jealous looks from Poppy every now and again while they searched for clothes, Sashiko couldn't help but feel her own jealousy and frustration mounting a little. Shouldn't Poppy be happy that shopping for herself is so easy? And it's not like she wanted to stand out as much as she did.<br/><br/>Sashiko was shoved out of her negative thought train, once the searching had reached an end, getting pushed in to a dressing room by Poppy. "Ah. Must I?" Sashiko asked, about to start a sigh, but she held it back, seeing Poppy's bright mood. She spent most of the time inside the dressing room going through the articles she was given. Quite a lot of it didn't fit, they were doing guess-work here after all! Sorting out what did, and didn't fit, trying on a few things, before picking out something that she liked quite a lot. A dark-purple sweater, with quite the intriguing feature! At first it seemed like it wouldn't fit her bust, but just a little pull, and it seemed like the opening of it stretched out, and would return to it's original size, being no worse for wear. The marvels of elastic bands in clothing, keeping snug against her chest, and elsewhere on her body, while not constricting so much as to be uncomfortable.<br/><br/>She came out wearing it, the short sweater-dress going mid-way down her thighs.A little skin peeked down in the gap between the bottom of the sweater and her thigh-high stockings. Without her coat, the rip on the right-side thigh could be seen at all times. "Look!" She called out to Poppy with an amused grin. She grabbed the top of the sweater, and gave it a little tug, stretching out the elastic, then letting it snap back around her bust. "This thing, it changes its size almost freely!"<br/><br/>Back inside the dressing room, she had two piles, one for clothes that fit, and the other that didn't. The fitting clothes would do well enough, but the sweater-dress she seemed particularly excited about, even past a usually distant expression.