Naomi stared at the lingerie, her cheeks flaming red. "You can't be serious."
"Dead serious." I leaned against the bar. "We have forty-five minutes in here. That's enough time to extract from both of you, maximize your buffs, and still talk strategy for tomorrow."
"And the cow print?" Belle raised an eyebrow.
"A suggestion. Not a requirement." I grinned. "Though I have to admit, the mental image is... compelling."
"You have gotten bolder," Naomi observed, still blushing. "Aurora has been a bad influence."
"Having my life extended tends to improve my mood."
Belle approached the wall display, examining the lingerie with a critical eye. "This is actually decent quality. Did Aurora help you pick it out?"
"Maybe."
"Of course she did. Those girls at Rosalina's know her by name."
Naomi still hadn't moved, frozen between embarrassment and curiosity.
