Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Smart casual Paige could do smart casual. She nodded, fingers flying across the phone to punch in notes. Slacks? That was probably better than skirts, she guessed, but Paige knew she'd better go for both. At the mention of camisole tops, she very nearly fainted with relief. That was a good deal closer to what she'd prefer to wear, if still a little outside her general comfort zone. Easy enough to smile and nod. Her eyes went up at the mention of stud. She blinked, before raising a hand up to her nose. As soon as she felt the little bit of metal, the teenager flushed scarlet. I am so sorry, I didn't... I'm just so used to it... right, studs, she had a few of those. God, she should've remembered. She should probably take it out, right? no, now Miss Ash would all but expect it. She had to keep it in now. so more nodding and more note taking. So no crazy parties, Paige said with a smile. I'll get a week's worth, which was really fucking expensive. Paige's head already spun, knowing that her new wardrobe was probably going to come near to several months at the most. But she had to impress, wear formal, dress nice, and she had nothing to start with. Notes all around, notes and nodding. I'm sure I can dress to impress, she promised, making a note in large letters in her phone to do precisely that. The bit about head spinning had Paige giggling slightly, but she shrugged. I'm just still getting used to it. I learn fast, promise. she nodded. Right, I'll hook up with Kitomi and be here later today, around closing, it would take that long to get everything together. Paige rose, waited for the signal to depart, and then hurried off, trying to fight her own flushing as she did. A week's worth of outfits? Paige knew she'd have to pretty much get new clothing from the skin up, and the thought all but made her nervous. She was half tempted to take pictures and actually send them to Miss Ash, get confirmation about an outfit or two. Thankfully, Kitomi had pretty well no faith in her. There was an exhaustive list of precisely what sort of outfits Miss Ash preferred as well as several stores to go through. Paige thanked the assistant for it, before flashing a tight, almost nasty smile. Girl had a little bit of bitch in her, and Paige's was just waiting to come out after all that stuttering. Plus, she had the confidence of Miss Ash behind her. The store run felt like something out of a fairy tale montage. First, four new camisole tops in varying shades, mostly in expensive silk fabric. Two light jackets to put over the top. Two pairs of pencil skirts not too dissimilar from what Paige had started with. Two pairs of thinning slacks. One set of flats for when she needed to do running two pairs of heels, one almost downright spiky and matching her evening wear. Yes, evening wear Paige picked out this wonderfully clingy creme colored dress that she thought complimented her quite nicely. She often preferred greys and blacks most of the slacks and everything else leaned that way, but she figured that creme would look good next to Miss Ash, and that was the point and all. She also bought an entirely new set of undergarments for the trip. These varied wildly, mostly professional, but a few were almost daringly sexy. Paige figured that if she dressed hot underneath, it would imbue her with some much needed confidence, help bring out that inner bitch that she'd need if she had to face down any more Kitomis along the route. There was a quick trip to the salon for a touch up they'd offered to crop Paige's hair into something of a bob, but the teenager figured that would probably be something she should run by first. Expert makeup, fresh nails, the works. Finally, her last stop was to swing by a piercing and tattoo parlor. Paige needed a few classy studs for her nose ring, after all. And while she was there, she hesitated looking over the piercings. It was so tempting to get something to celebrate her first real job, her new outfits, everything. Her gaze lingered on nipple piercings for just a moment, before she finally plunged in, getting her left nipple pierced with a bar. The little piercing hid well enough underneath her outfit current a charcoal colored camisole top nice and loose around the newly sensitive area, a pair of darker colored slacks, the sensible heels, and a light jacket. One last stop to return everything, then back and waiting, bags in hand, still carrying the carry-on with her essentials, feeling confident enough to flash Kitomi a downright bitchy smile while the assistant sent word up to Miss Ash that her new helper had finally arrived.