Cloth The soft glow of the small shop's overhead lighting set the tube trimming of the gown off. Michiru tested the quality of the fabric between expert fingers. Years of shopping experience had allowed her to aquire an uncanny ability for spotting stylish clothing and cuts that were flattering on the wearer. A woman in her fifties stood attentively not far away, ready to answer any questions, or to package up selected articles at her slightest nod. Michiru paid her little notice as she focused her attention on the piece before her. The dress was simple, yet elegant, with no obvious eye catchers to make it stand out. The woman chittered about how it complimented her figure, and wouldn't she like to try it on? Michiru nodded and was whisked to a nearby dressing room. The dress was a pleasure to wear, the fabric softly carressing her as it clung to her skin. Not quite her usual fair, but occassional exceptions were to be made. With a box under her arm, she walked away from the shop, satisfied with her purchase. ***** Haruka slipped the gold colored sports jacket on. While going out with Michiru wasn't an unusual occurance, she did like to dress up to impress her partner now and again. It thrilled Michiru when she would try to swoon her off her feet. It was a game both of them enjoyed playing.