"It bringz me exactly ze attenzion I want from you" She replied teasingly as he tugged the skirt, before turning to the door, expecting a knock imminently "Now, back to work. Zey will be here zoon."
"Keep teasing for it and your pills aren't going to save ya!" He said teased as he pulled on her skirt, lifting it up higher for a moment, but as the door got knocked on, he dropped it to go back to make the final touches.
"Maybe zat iz zomezing I want..." She murmured back ever so softly, before moving to the door and throwing it open, allowing Jason and Bonnie to step inside "Welcome! Welcome!" She crowed, even as Jason lead the way inside "Your Zuit is waiting madam, juzt over here"
Bonnie walked into the shop, her nose wrinkling briefly, picking up scents that Jason couldn't. She looked at Illimuse. "Right." She said aa she walked to the suit. "Atleast it's not messy." She muttered as she examined the design
And as she looked the suit over, she'd find it fit her desires immaculately. The only thing left was to try it on, and when she did... it would fit perfectly, giving her easy movement, whilst also leaving no loose fabric as it clung to her body tightly.
Bonnie stood in the mirror,d, her suits light armors and materials making it conform perfectly to her frame. A dark red and gray color scheme, with shortened sleeves. It felt almost perfect, like she wasn't wearing anything at all really. She flexed at the mirror, stretching her legs and bending them. "It perfect I'd say" she said as Volby stood off to the side, far enough not to get distracted
("Feels like I'm wearing, nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all")
Jason nodded softly, turning to talk quietly to the Illumise, sorting out payment quickly whilst Bonnie was distracting herself with her stretches. Soon enough, they were done and leaving, heading back to the hotel.
Bonnie followed him back to the hotel, her new battle suit hakd covered up as she put in her pants .. she sensed the Volbys distracting and didn't want to wander around so....freely for the moment
Jason glanced across at her as they walked, a question on his mind "So. Feel ready to head to the next Gym?" He asked, even as he idly rolled Markus' ball in his hand.
"Probably Dewford. Fighting Type, out on an Island. We'll need to get a ferry." He informed her "Well, that or we ride on Markus' back and make him swim out there."
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