Actually they are going to leave the choice to someone else.

“May I assist” a friendly voice calls out as they enter. Felicity looks over to see an older woman sitting on a chair, the magazine she was reading placed down on her lap. “Oh what a lovely figure, we have so much that you’ll look so sexy in darling” she says with relish after staring intently at Felicity for a moment, her eyes roaming up and down her as if measuring her up.

“Great, maybe I could leave the young lady in your hands for a short time, she needs at least half a dozen sets, and don’t let her tell you otherwise” he tells the woman as he squeezes Felicity’s hand as if to reassure her that he really means it.

“Absolutely, Absolutely, leave her with me, you take a seat over there, and I will have her looking so good you’ll want to rip her clothes off before you even leave the shop” the woman tells him as she pushes herself up and strides over towards them. Felicity blushes at the very forward comment. For a moment she is surprised at how the woman had automatically assumed he was fucking her, but then again, Felicity concedes to herself, this isn’t the type of show you would bring a girl to who you wasn’t either fucking, or planning to!

The woman reaches her hand out and Felicity finds herself handed over into her control. “I’m Grace” she informs Felicity as she pulls her deeper into the shop. “And I always love helping you younger ladies to look so damn sexy, especially when it’s for such a handsome man.” Felicity can’t help but glance back, smiling in agreement, seeing him taking the seat the woman has only recently vacated.

“Felicity” she gives the woman her name, already feeling at ease in this excited woman’s presence.

“Great Felicity, well, I do love a girl who has captured herself a rich sugar daddy”. Once more Felicity feels her cheeks redden in surprise at her bluntness, realising that that is basically what he is right now, her sugar daddy treating her to things she could never afford on her own. The woman chats away as she leads Felicity through rows of lingerie, pulling items out, holding them up, shaking her head at some, quickly putting them back, others she hands to Felicity to hold.

“So, has he fucked you yet. Or is one of these outfits going to be for that special occasion” she suddenly asks, taking Felicity by surprise with a question even blunter than any she has asked previously.