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Thinking of the two of them as a couple, she couldn't help but feel a little giddy. 'S-Should I buy the entire shop for her?'
The idea of course stemmed from a few dramas and stories she had witnessed, in which the female lead would feel her heart being moved by the domineering male lead decisively purchasing the whole clothing store for her in this type of scenario.
But thinking about it, Dixie knew it was a bad idea.
With her financial situation, buying out an entire shop like this wasn't really too big of a deal, but impressing someone like her princess with money was impossible. Who knows, it might even backfire.
After all, if Emilia wanted, she could probably buy a whole mall like this every day, and it would still be a minor expense that her family could easily bear.
Plus, her princess didn't resemble those typically bullied female leads in the dramas at all. Although Emilia was sometimes childish and innocent, she was also extremely vengeful and strong willed when someone decided to cross her.
Shaking away the useless thoughts, Dixie soon realized that something was very wrong.
Aside from the fact that there was already a stack of clothing set aside, the shark-like gaze of the young saleslady had settled on her now.
"For her?"
Emilia smiled. "Right, un, aside from what I told you, if you have anything else that makes her look extra adorable, bring it out too. I want to see her try it on."
The ponytailed girl nodded enthusiastically. "As you wish, milady! I'll do it right away!"
There was an audible whoosh as the saleslady rushed away, and before Dixie even realized what was going on, she was back again, handing over what was apparently... dungarees?
Emilia grinned as she waved her over. "Dixie, come here! Change into this for me, alright?"
This kind of clothing hadn't existed in her previous two worlds, and Emilia felt it was a pity that Dixie always went around in tight jeans.
Although it certainly looked amazing on her, she felt that showing off her bare thighs while still emphasizing her cuteness would make Dixie look really amazing. And short overalls like this should be able to do just that.
Dixie pointed a finger at herself in confusion. "E-Eh? Me?"
The crimson-haired princess blinked, and then realized that maybe her knight thought it was unfair that only she would be changing and putting on a fashion show, while Emilia herself directly bought the clothes she wanted. "Ahh… Well, if that's what you want, I will also do the same once you're done?"
Dixie's confusion immediately cleared up as she realized Emilia would be showing herself off in various outfits, giving her a single person fashion show. Thanking the heavens, she immediately took the short overalls from the saleslady and dashed into the changing room.
She often wore similar clothing before, and it didn't look too weird on her. With her bob-cut black hair and fair skin, the dark-blue dungarees and white t-shirt combo gave her a classic tomboy look.
The only problem was that they exposed a bit too much of her legs, but if that's what Emilia liked, it was fine.
Overall, Dixie was quite satisfied as she stared at herself in the mirror, and felt that her princess would be pleased.
When she exited the changing room expecting a round of praise, though, Dixie's mood immediately plummeted.
That overexcited salesgirl was apparently taking Emilia's measurements, but not doing her job professionally at all.
With her shivering hands wrapped around Emilia's breasts, the young girl's eyes were firmly stuck to the crimson-haired girl's gorgeous face.
Dixie almost felt like pulling her hair out in exasperation. 'Ahhhh, why did she take off the scarf?!'
Of course, Emilia thought it would be annoying and just get in the way, so she had put it aside until they were done buying clothes.
Dixie had never explained her purpose while giving her the scarf, after all, and Emilia had never considered her appearance an issue. It would only be a problem if someone also realized her identity as well, but for strangers, there was no way to figure it out unless she declared it herself.
Emilia thought that seamstresses in this world sure weren't as competent, as it would never take them this long in her previous world just to get basic measurements. Not to mention, this girl even kept spacing out. But she guessed it was alright, since the quality of clothes they made was of a superior level.
But even though she was patient, the crimson-haired girl couldn't help but nudge the saleslady after a while. "Are you alright? You—"
The young girl jumped, startled as she realized that she had been spacing out. "AHH! S-Sorry, sorry, I will—"
Not giving the ponytailed girl a chance to explain herself and continue her 'harassment', Dixie immediately stormed over, her eyes dark as she snapped the tape measure from her hands. "I'll take her measurements. You just tell me what to do."
The saleslady was, of course, quite embarrassed. Although it hadn't been that long since she started this job, she'd never had this issue before.
Not only was she shocked by how gorgeous the girl was, she also vaguely felt like she'd seen her somewhere before. Maybe on TV? But she couldn't really remember at all.
Which was quite absurd, given that as a proud bisexual, she would never forget this kind of beauty, ever. Lost while trying to recall, she had now been caught by the girl's friend, and now was labeled as a pervert.
Regret!
But she could only direct the girl to take the measurements.
Contrary to what Emilia assumed, she wasn't a seamstress, and long as she noted it down and handed it over to the staff at the back, they would do the adjustments to the dresses.
"I've already done all the measurements for arms, legs and neck, so…"
Dixie followed her instructions, wrapping the tape around Emilia, also burning the measurements in her mind for future reference.
"Twenty-eight!" At first, the anger from the sight earlier still kept her mind clear, but once she felt Emilia shiver slightly as her fingers brushed against her, Dixie knew she was in trouble.
"A little over t-thirty-three…?" The dark-haired girl gulped. Her princess was a little smaller than she expected, but she was still quite a 'handful'.
Maybe Emilia could tell that Dixie's train of thought was going slightly astray, because there was now a mischievous smile on her face, though thankfully she didn't say anything.
Now more aware of the fact that her princess knew what she was thinking, a bright red blush was starting to spread over her face, and Dixie couldn't control it at all. "T-Twenty-nine…"
'34, C, hm, okay...' The salesgirl dutifully noted down the measurements. "Please measure the waist next. Make sure the tape is neither too tight nor slack."
"T-Twenty-five…"
The voice that had answered was a bit squeaky, but the saleslady didn't say anything about it if she noticed. "Okay, move downwards, wrap it around her hips."
"…"
"Hey?"
"T-Thirty-f-four…?"
"Okay, done!"
Dixie regretted that the saleslady didn't ask for a measurement of the thigh gap.
The young saleslady gave her a derisive look as the dark-haired girl reluctantly handed over the measuring tape. 'She treated me like a pervert, but look at her breathing heavily and perving over her friend! I didn't even do anything, right?!'
Of course, she only cried about the injustice in her heart, and didn't dare say it out loud.
Commission money was worth more than ogling a hot girl for a few minutes, after all.
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~ To be continued ~
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Thank you for always supporting me so far. I know I say this often, but writing what I like and having people who actually enjoy reading it has always been my dream, and as the ones who made it possible for me to do so, I can never stress this enough!
May the new year bring you lots of happiness and joy! As much joy as you have brought for me! >_<
