Wear me out, indeed. My charming little fox.
I sighed while she excitedly beckoned me into the shop. I eyed the selection, staring a little too long at the price tags on suits I would likely never wear if I had any say in things. She was already dancing through the racks, pulling clothes out and then putting them back, working in a rush of limbs and cloth.
"Hmm," she mused. "Pants first. Something sleek, that falls down the leg nicely..." She poked through another rack before throwing a pair at me. "Here. Now- shirt."
She led me to that part of the store. She eyed me as she worked, and I had the distinct feeling she was picturing me without the black shirt I had on. I caught something white.
"Now try those on while I find a jacket and tie."
I half-grinned and headed to the fitting room.
The pants fit well- not too tight, not too loose. The shirt was... interesting. She had chosen one that, save for the collar, hem lines and the front where the buttons were, was see-through. I stepped out of the room, feeling rather self-conscious at the stares of the female employees. Roxy giggled and clapped as she came into view. "You look wonderful!" she beamed.
"Yeah?" I whispered. "Apparently the help thinks so, too." Roxy batted her eyelashes at them, hooking her arm in mine and turning me back to the fitting room. I think she stuck her tongue out at them...
She stood me before a mirror. "Honestly, Gio. You spend your days at the house sans shirt, and this makes you uneasy?" Before I could protest, she held up a jacket. "Put this on."
I had to admit- I looked good. Then again, Roxy made anyone look good, just by being there. I smiled. "Aha!" she laughed. "You do like it!" She finished off the outfit with a black tie striped with diagonal emerald lines, tying it around my neck expertly.
"Tadaa," she sang, holding her hands out with a flourish.
I turned to chuckle at her. "You know, you need a top hat for a magic trick."
"You want to see magic?" she winked. "Let me show you a trick I call 'deep discount.'"
I laughed as I took the clothes off, put mine on, and followed her to the registers where she worked her magic on the clerk.
Poor guy never knew what hit him.