Eliza giggled throughout the entire charade, and jumped when the hand slid over her ass. She turned with a grin and bent at the waist, exposing her pussy and ass to the designer as she reprimanded the cabbie. "No no no! We look, but we do not touch, Non?" She stood up quickly and smiled, then put the tiara and duster on a nearby rack as the outfit came off and pussled around her feet. She paused for a moment, looking over the different dresses and outfits, her eyes alighting on one of the lace-up jobs. She grinned like the Chershire cat as it came off the rack and slid smoothly up her form, the elastic lacings stretching to hold the dress tight. Her ass and back, hoth sides, and cleavage to her navel were exposed by the risque number. The skirt so short it barely covered an inch past her, now dripping, cuntlips.<br/><br/>"Mmmm... How's this?" Secretly she'd already deided on this one, but might as well ask!