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A little fed up with the the very existence of the stubborn trinket, the woman soon turned off the shower, stepping out but to look for a towel. There was one just to the right, quickly she grabbed it, starting to dry herself off, dressing her entire body with it's white fibers, before concentrating on her hair. After which just fell straight down, as if it had no resistance to gravity.

The woman's eyes glared as she looked to the dress now held in front of her. It was better then nothing, and so dropping the towel she walked forwards, wondering just how this may clash with her violet hair. She was ignoring the fact that there was no undergarments for her. "I suppose it is better then nothing..." she seemed to sneer, placing her hand forwards, attempting to snatch it from the smiling woman. She wanted to get changed as quickly as possible, it was quite annoying to leave her body to be eyed so easily.

Once in hand, the dark violet haired woman just glared at Nakia, holding still before slowly turning around, she disliked the style of this clothing, but she still put it on. She looked good in the cloth, but she felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, unable to walk without one able to see under, let alone bend over. The snug dress pressed her breasts together to give a nice line down from her chest, after finishing she turned around, eying herself in the mirror. "At least you have some taste..." She stated, just speaking about the look, not even mentioning the fact that it was horribly discomforting.

The good thing about this dress was she could barely spread her legs, resulting in a test of posture, good thing for her, that was one of the only good attributes physically she had. Standing there with her feet together she crossed her arms, perking up her bosom just a bit more before replying. "Just because you are rich, doesn't mean you have taste." She laughed, bouncing lightly as she did. The fact that this dress hid nothing left her in quite an embarrassed state.

"I don't even have to open my eyes to see your tastes..." She growled, stepping towards the smiling broad, her feet uncomfortably bare as she heard the light splashes of water below her, this showed that she had been doing something in here besides just bathing.

Tensed up she looked to the woman, wanting to pass by her, though she seemed to be holding ground quite balanced, the door blocked by the woman's body. Simply enough Viivalain just pressed closer until their body's touched. "So are you just going to stand there ogling me? Or are you going to let me pass?" Her voice was cold as her left hand clenched at the embarrassment, if one more thing were to light her fuse she might snap.

"Perhaps it's this dress you gave me..." she spat venomously in return as she pressed by the woman, not even giving her a glare as she did so. Though the dress was revealing, it made her movements more tight, leaving her movement restrained, her breathing space lacking. The clothing she wore was incomplete, it felt odd, the draft, the lack of shoes or socks, it made her feel naked.