A thought process and a fitting.

Once they reached the living room, Victoria excused herself to hang the coat in her walk-in closet. This gave Emma some time to think. She always had mixed emotions about wearing fur. Sure, like most women she agreed it was a great clothing fabric, but she, as most, had seen the horrible clips of how most fur was produced. This was the reason she rather wouldn't wear fur, certainly for a girl like her, in the middle of the spotlights, always eyed on by media, hoping she would miss a step. She wouldn't want to give them that satisfaction. Her train of thought was suddenly stumped by the always loud arrival of Vicky, who positioned herself on the couch, looking at Emma with the look children have when they know they've done something bad, but secretly enjoy their own naughtiness. 'So don't you have any questions?', Victoria asked after a moment of silence. Emma replied: 'Well... I can't say I'm not surprised. I never knew you were such a fan of fur. But where did you buy it?'. 'Oh there is this amazing furrier down on Berlin Avenue, it's called Cannavaro's. They have every fur you could imagine down there. They also do design requests, doesn't matter how crazy they are. Mine was a designer, obviously. But I'm the who's supposed to ask the questions! What did you think of it?'. After a moment of contemplation, Emma answered with great care, to make sure she wouldn't hurt her friends feelings, as she was quite fragile. 'Well you know what I think of fur, but I must say it rather suits you, especially the color. But I have to ask, are you going to wear that outside as well?