You take her up on it

"Uh... sure." you answer, watching a smile form on Alvah's face. It's quite pretty, your heart beating just a bit faster in that moment. Felt kind of good.

"Wonderful." Alvah answered, her grip tightening on your hand. You glance down towards it, finding a pair of melons hanging from your chest. How the heck did this happen? All you did was read a book. Sure, it could've been a magical book, but that's beyond the point. "You do know your sizes, right?"

Shifting your focus back to Alvah, you give a nod. While that isn't something you normally think about, you guess nudity is not something that's really wanted. Even with so few woman running around. Though, the reason why she had came quite clear - taking the form of what appeared to be a Muslim-clothing store.

"I'll pay for your outfits, dear Camila." Alvah continued, watching your cheeks turn pink. You're not quite used to this to an extent. But you can get used to it. "Though, you can tell me a bit yourself."

Your cheeks turn even redder as you head into the store. Though, the number of hijabs, niqabs, burkas, chadors and dupattas on offer here is more than enough to break you from this funk.

"Well, I'm a muslim woman with an interest for girls like you." you explain, your tone shifting slightly. Less neutral, you sound like a muslim woman now. "Outside of that, I work as a librarian."

Upon hearing that, Alvah lit up. She tried to hide it as best she could, but it was quite clear from your perspective. Made her that much cuter.

"What do you do for a living?" you inquire, Alvah handing you a lilac niqab. Heading for the changing rooms, you take the time to gather up your belongings.