| A shopping complex placed in the downtown area of Moorwood. It contains numerous clothing shops of various famous and less known brands, a few chic boutiques for both clothes and accessories, lingerie stores, a few junkfood joints, a spa and a beauty salon. |
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| In the D&G store located in the Shopping Centre, a rather unusual group of people was quietly conversing in angry whispers by the changing rooms. Needless to say, Mordred didn't like this. Rheasviel von Einzbern, intuitive fashionista and the owner of the platinum MasterCard, was pursing her pretty lips in thought. Mordred, having been forced into a suit for the sake of blending in, was preoccupied with holding all the clothes the two women had picked up for themselves while trying to find clothes for Lancer and he. (Mordred still disliked this. Despised it, better said.) "You look perfect in blue, Morgieeee~" Rhea whined in a whisper towards the woman who was refusing to come out of the cabin. Eventually, said lady stepped out, barefoot and rocking a lovely sundress in a midnight blue shade. Had she been a man, Rheasviel might have wolf-whistled. Mordred disliked this. "I vant it in green, though..." the other Master trailed off, sighing. Her newly acquired friend grinned. "We'll get both," she nonchalantly responded, waving her off. Next up, Mircea squeezed inside the cabin, coming out looking perfectly good in a pinstripe vest with matching suit pants and a crisp white shirt beneath. So far, that was the fourth outfit he got a green pass for. Mordred had only received three. He was apparently TOO TALL. He disliked this! "Next, we should go to a more casual store," Rhea commented, now still in a floral-print white circular skirt with a simple button-up white shirt with puffy sleeves. "I want to try on some dresses~...maybe we can even get the boys to test one!" she laughed. Mordred absolutely hated the smile the other Master got at that. |
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| Morgana grinned from ear to ear, looking over to Mordred. "I agree~" Mordred hated this! Her grin slowly faded, however, when she noticed all of the people looking in their direction and whispering to each other. It didn't help that some of them were staring directly at her. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. She thought to herself to keep from feeling anxious. Fortunately, it seemed to be working and after a deep breath she calmed herself down. "Ahh, don't mind me." She said to the rest of the group. "I'm fine. Really." |
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| Rheasviel smiled in an unsure manner. She picked up something from the bundles in Mordred's well-toned arms and bent down to help Morgana step into them: a pair of low stilettos with a round shape at the front. They were white, and the woman looked absolutely lovely in it. The Einzbern magus looped an arm through hers, walking with soft, relaxed steps towards the cashier. She paid with ease for their purchases, liking the incredulous face the woman behind the counter made at the display of her credit card. "We're on a vacation," Rhea explained easily, her English perfect but lacking any accent. "We didn't bother packing for it~" she added with a soft laugh, convincing with high efficiency all eavesdroppers that they were just lunatic, rich strangers. The next shop stop was more casual as requested - and much more inexpensive. A local brand, it seemed, named Rose & Henry. It sounded funny to Rhea. |
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| Morgana smiles softly, quietly admiring the new shoes and thanking Rhea for her quick thinking. They swiftly left and entered another store, one with reasonable prices. Right up Morgana's alley. Here she could go ballistic, and oh does she. Not a single article of clothing is left feeling unviolated by her gaze. Eventually she picks out a dress with a floral pattern, knowing full well that it was too tall for her. She seems to be eying Mordred as she steps closer. Mordred's fight or flight response is very close to being triggered and that's likely the biggest mistake he has ever made. |
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| Rheasviel stands to the side, half-leaned against Mircea, watching with an amused, lazy smile, as Morgana downright chases Mordred in an attempt of getting him into that lovely dress. "I wonder if she will succeed," she muses. The man at her side chuckles. "My little lady can be...quite persuasive." Rhea smirks in response. "Would you be willing to get in a dress, though?" "If it's an evening gown..." he says, bursting in a string of pleasant chuckles. |
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| It wasn't very long before Mordred ended up wearing said dress due to Morgana's sheer force of...charisma. She walks over to Rhea and Mircea, chuckling all the while. "He's actually going to wear it~" She squeals in delight. Then the big reveal...other than the fact that won't come out of the booth. Morgana goes in to 'persuade' him...and by persuade, I mean push him out. Mordred absolutely did not like this. Not one single bit. Internally, he swore that he would kill Morgana himself one day. |
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| Rhea burst into giggles as she saw her Servant wearing the floral-print maxi dress. The image of the brooding chevalier was now forever replaced. She full-blown laughed, going up to him and trying to keep a straight face. She closely inspected the way it fit him, sensing the nervousness in all of his fibers. She took his hand in hers, making him twirl. "You look good," she amusedly, softly commented. Mircea was trying hard not to laugh - until he got to suffer the same fate and be stuck in a mermaid-tailed dress. He stumbled around, no longer that amused, but still admiring with certain humor his reflection in the varying mirrors placed around the shop. Eventually, once the girls were done, everyone was now geared with more casual items, such as jeans and T-shirts. Rheasviel proposed they go to the spa and then the beauty salon next. "It wouldn't hurt," she added for good measure with a shrug. |
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| Morgana for the first time in forever was wearing a dress rather than a dangerously short skirt. The dress was the blue one from earlier and she wore the white shoes from earlier along with it. "I must admit. I DO look good in blue." She smiles, admiring her form as they left the building. Rhea proposed that they go to the spa and beauty salon but Morgana declines. "Perhaps tomorrow? I am a little tired from our shopping spree." She could only remain energetic for short bursts, after all. She needed to recharge her fuel tanks with video games and sugar. Mordred was no longer wearing a dress. Mordred did like this. |
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| Rhea smiles. "Alright~," she softly says, once more hooking her arm through the crook of the other woman's. She felt a bit like a dwarf next to the taller woman, but all was well. At least she had heels to give her some bonus propulsion..."Then, I invite you and your Servant over for some lunch - my maids cook deliciously," she proposes. Mircea fixes his glasses. "That would be...nice." //everybody exiiiiiiits~// |
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