[ It is a good thing that Emily is looking away from her, in truth. Aerith does not blush quite as obviously as someone else might, but her cheeks do burn in a way that makes her nervous. She looks to the old, sticky carpeting of the shop, biting her lip. Emily's already gotten her back. ]
How about... you pick something like you like, then? I'll try it on for you.
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How about... you pick something like you like, then? I'll try it on for you.
[ Very subtle, Gainsborough. ]