[ When the door opens, Aerith eagerly comes in, face lit up with a brilliant level of excitement. The scars are the first thing she sees— raised and highlighted, the blossom across Emily's side in a way that reminds her of old, forgotten bouts of anger. They had once been deep set gashes, she thinks, a terrible wound likely all inflicted at once. She hums in a thoughtful sort of way. They must be at least partially why Emily's more set on a one piece, but the truth is that a bikini with a low back accentuates her figure well. The dip of her hips, the shape of her legs like long, willowy branches, scorched at the ends. The wings, too, even if that's something she's used to. ]
You look so pretty! [ It's a sincere remark, and as Aerith settles in closer to direct her to the mirror, she adjusts one of Emily's shoulder straps, just to make sure it doesn't come tumbling down with the movement. In the mirror is the reflection of two women, one younger and beaming without abandon. ]
I like the cut on your body. Maybe no frills. They look hard to swim in! Hmm... Are you set on a one piece?
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You look so pretty! [ It's a sincere remark, and as Aerith settles in closer to direct her to the mirror, she adjusts one of Emily's shoulder straps, just to make sure it doesn't come tumbling down with the movement. In the mirror is the reflection of two women, one younger and beaming without abandon. ]
I like the cut on your body. Maybe no frills. They look hard to swim in! Hmm... Are you set on a one piece?