Needs a little more shopping.

Stepping out of the dressing room Willow does a small turn for Buffy, “So how does it look?”

“Whoa, looking hot there Wills. Although I must say I’m impressed. I didn’t think you’d actually put it on.”

“Well I happen to like how it looks so come on I need some shoes to match.”

Buffy starts to follow before she see Willow’s old clothes still laying in the dressing room, “Hey Willow what about your clothes?”

Without out even turning around, “Those drab old things? Just forget about them and let go.” Willow’s eyes flashed again.

Buffy stood there for another few seconds before following after her, “Wait up, I’m coming.”

When Buffy caught up with Willow she found her looking through the many styles of heels and platforms they had available. What made her stop though was the fact that Willow was bent at the waist perusing through the bottom row and as a result the dress had ridden up a couple of inches flashing her snatch at anyone who was looking. “Willow, what are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to find the right shoes to go with this dress.” Grabs a pair of four-inch heels and slips them on her feet and takes a few test steps in them. “What do you think?”

“Willow don‘t you think you acting a little funny?“

“What do you mean Buffy? I’m just trying on some new shoes.”

“Shoes that practically scream ‘fuck me’ and your not wearing anything under that dress, this is just so unlike you.”

“I don’t see the problem Buffy. I feeling great and I feel like I could do anything. If you’re my friend you’d be supportive no matter how I act. . . You are my friend, right?”

“Yes but. . .”

“Then your fine with me acting like this.” Willow’s eyes flashed again.

Buffy shakes her head a little as her thoughts change, “. . .Your right Willow. I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now come on there’s something I want to do.” Willow saunters off swinging her ass as she goes.