Shopping with Adriana

The two of you meet up at the entrance of a nearby mall, and you’re immediately struck by the sight of Adriana. She’s dressed fashionably as always, wearing a jet black plunging v-neck dress. It’s simultaneously chic and alluring, the kind of dress that will haunt your dreams for days to come.

“What’s the plan?” she asks, giving you a look up and down. She doesn’t comment on what you’re wearing, which you take to be a good sign.

“I thought we could have some fun, take a look at what’s on sale,” you say, nodding at the mall. But secretly, you’re still checking her out. God, what a girl.

“Bold of you to take a model shopping,” she smirks. “Is there something off about my outfit?”

You quickly shake your head.

“It’s good,” you say, trying to hide your unabashed fascination with her figure. “But I think I can find something that fits you better. What do you say? Shall we go look?”

You extend a hand and Adriana laughs, taking it as the two of you head into the mall.

“Now I understand. You’re not bold. You just want to see me model outfits,” she smiles.

“I would do it myself, but I lack the expertise,” you say. “There’s one thing that’s always held me back from having a successful career in modeling. I’m hoping you can show me it today.”

“And what would that be?” she asks.

“Having a smoking hot body,” you say.

Adriana laughs, rolling her eyes.

“We’ll see what we can do about that,” she says.

The two of you make your way to the center of the mall. You’re surrounded by a dizzying array of shops on all sides. Adriana takes a gander around, starts to take a step towards one of the shops, and then glances back at you. “Hm… You’re supposed to be the one trying to find a better outfit for me. So where’s it going to be? Forever 21? Zara? Anthropologie?”

She glances at each shop in turn. You, having watched her very closely (for all the right reasons, you swear), noticed that she had taken a step towards Anthropologie right before she asked the question. A sign? If you were more naive, you would have picked it as your choice. But you did your homework.

Still holding Adriana’s hand, you turn her around, pointing to the far corner of the mall.

“None of these shops will do,” you say. “I think you’re a cut above fast fashion. We’re going there instead.”

The two of you approach the store, the word CHEVALIER emblazoned across the top. It’s a fairly nondescript storefront, until you take a closer look at the dummies on display. One of them’s covered in roses, the fabric making up the dress barely visible under the flowers. One of them’s wearing an apron. One of them’s dressed in a diaphanous white dress. These are, supposedly, the fashion trends of the day.

“Perhaps I was too quick to judge,” Adriana says. “This one’s my local favorite. But just because you know where the goods are, doesn’t mean you can pick the right one.” She flashes you a smile and strides in.

“Don’t you worry, I have an eye for these things,” you reply, following her closely behind.

Or maybe, it should be following her behind closely. She’s sure got a fine ass. But then she clears her throat, and you realize that you’re in the store. You look around, stumped. There are a couple of racks of clothing, each bearing a name that you’ve never heard of before: Avant Toi, Junya Watanabe, Comme des Garçons… What the hell are you supposed to pick?

“Feeling stuck?” she asks, a hint of humor gracing her voice.

“Just making a considered choice,” you say.

All you have to do is find an outfit that looks better on her. That can’t be too hard, right? Especially because you can pick out a bunch of them and have her try them.

You browse through the offerings with Adriana by your side. It’s tough going. A dress might look good on the rack, but will it look good on her rack? You hold up a piece, trying to mentally imagine Adriana in it—the lace across her thighs, the bared shoulders—and you like the image. But it also flares out too much; it’s not something that’ll play to her statuesque figure, so you continue on. You glance at her periodically, trying to judge her reaction as you take pieces off the rack. To your chagrin, Adriana gives nothing away, a teasing smile flitting across her face when she realizes what you’re trying to do.

{if JeanneStalker == 1} As you continue to shop, you notice that there’s a figure watching you from outside the shop. Jeanne? What’s she doing here? And why is she just standing outside there? You ignore her. She must just be shopping at the mall. But when you glance up a few minutes later, she’s still there, watching. Very strange. You decide to just continue to ignore her. {endif}

{if Adriana > 70} “This one’s not bad,” Adriana eventually says, once you’ve picked out a half dozen outfits. She’s running her hands across a voluminous dress that looks like it could be displayed in a Gogosian. It’s a blend of two textures and patterns, one a pastel green, the other a splattered straw-on-white.

At first, you think it’s a trap, much like her first step earlier. But the more you look at it, the more it seems to speak to you. The dress is chaotic, yes, but provocative, too. Maybe this is a genuine pick.

{else} “This one’s not bad,” Adriana eventually says, once you’ve made the rounds. She’s picked out a dress that, frankly, looks like cat vomit.

This has got to be a trap, much like her first step earlier. But the more you look at it, the more you start to doubt yourself. The dress is chaotic, yes, but provocative, too. Maybe this is a genuine pick.

{endif}

“Let’s give it a whirl then, shall we?” you say, adding it to the bunch.

“Just remember that it’s a privilege to join me in the dressing room. As a rule, I don’t bring guys in there.”

You quickly discover just how much of a privilege it is to be let into the dressing room. Although Adriana doesn’t let you into the stall, the glimpses that you get of her changing is enough to send your imagination into overdrive. Some cleavage here, a view of her panties there… it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but something about the way she teases you with the smallest thing every time the door swings open gets you riled up.

But the real show happens after she exits the stall. You brought an eclectic array of clothing into the dressing room, going for a ‘throw shit at the wall and see what sticks’ strategy, but Adriana absolutely kills each outfit. Even the wackiest things that you picked out are an intentional ‘look’ when she wears it, and you find yourself developing a greater appreciation for the high end of prêt-à-porter and the female form.

{if Adriana > 70} So when she comes out wearing that voluminous Gogosian dress, you feel like you’ve just received an education. The lines, the figure she strikes against the cut of the dress, the interplay between the earth tones and her skin and brunette hair, all of it elevates these pieces of fabric into art.

“How does it look?” Adriana smirks, twirling in front of the mirror, striking a pose.

“I’m blown away,” you say. “This… this goes way beyond my expectations.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the little modeling session,” she says. “Now, you’ve got to tell me which outfit looked better than my old outfit…”

{else} So when she comes out wearing that cat vomit dress, you feel like you’ve just received a very sudden and clear education. Much as you don’t want to believe it, the dress just… doesn’t work on Adriana. Whatever fashion is, this is its opposite. This is anti-fashion.

“How does it look?” Adriana smirks, twirling in front of the mirror, striking a pose.

“You picked this dress just to try to make a fool of me,” you say, pointing an accusing finger at her. “This one’s garbage and you know it.”

“I had to try,” she smiles unapologetically. “Now, you’ve got to tell me which outfit looked better than my old outfit…”

{endif}

“Hold on, hold on, I’ve got one more for you,” you say. “Easy to miss, since there wasn’t much, but this one’s absolutely critical for you to model.”

You pass it to her, and you see her scoff.

“You seriously picked this out?” Adriana says, holding up a thin bikini that looks like it’s trimmed in gold and silver. You don’t think the precious metals are real, but then again, the price tag isn’t exactly cheap…

“Are you afraid of wearing it?” you ask.

“No,” she says. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.”

“Try me,” you smile.

At that, she laughs, tossing her hair back, and then she disappears into the mysterious land of her dressing stall. A couple seconds pass by, and then the door swings open. You drop your jaw. This woman is absolutely stunning. The bikini does the barest job that it needs to cover her body, but damn, those tits, that ass… you watch as she sways, doing the catwalk thing, the smooth lines of her nubile body like a hypnotic charm. You can’t tear your eyes off of her, until you see her snapping her fingers in front of you.

“Hope that made you happy,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Now it’s your turn to show me a little something. What’s your pick for the best outfit?”

You pause, still trying to mentally pull yourself back together with this half-naked beauty. What was the best outfit?

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