Juan waited patiently while Elea tried on different clothes - here he didn't need a phone to fiddle with internet and social media - it seemed that whether in the real world or in virtual reality, shopping was shopping!<br/><br/>He barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes when she peeked out of the changing room, only her face poking out beyond the curtains. Still, he gave her a reassuring smile, silently thanking the gods that at least she wasn't asking the dreaded question - whether this made her look fat! So he took a step towards her to get a better look while she pushed aside the curtain to reveal the rest of...<br/><br/>It was like he failed his saving throw against a<em>hold person</em>spell, he only remembered to pick up his jaw from the ground (metaphorically! though in this fantasy world, the distinction wasn't necessarily redundant) a few seconds later.<br/><br/>The elf could have been Medusa right now and he would still be safe from her petrifying visage, his mortal gaze locked below her neck, flicking back and forth between the bosom that threatened to pop free of their flimsy stretched-taut prison, and the cheeks that made the thong practically disappear into the canyon between them. Though there was a certain part of him turning as hard as stone, if the tent in his pants was any indication!<br/><br/>It seemed to take him a physical effort to drag his gaze back up to her eyes. "I think... uh... think... I..." he stammed at a loss for words! "It looks... uh, very nice! Yeah, very nice, a good choice!"<br/><br/>He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, "...Want to get a room? A private room, for us, I mean..."