The first thing she tried on was a dark green blouse.
Clean cut, no frills, with the specific adjustment for fox‑type beastfolk proportions that the owner had mentioned.
She came out of the fitting room with her typical neutral evaluation expression.
Alex looked at her.
The way the dark green contrasted with her reddish hair. The cut leaving her shoulders free — Kira had a tracker's shoulders, defined by years of carrying her bow, and the clothes she normally wore covered them for functionality. This one didn't.
"Good," said Alex.
"Good as in functional, or good as in something else?"
"Good as in you look beautiful."
Kira looked at him.
Her ears moved slightly upward.
"Better than the work shirt?"
"Much better."
Kira looked at herself in the shop's side mirror.
She studied herself in great detail, analyzing whether this outfit was good for her.
"The proportions are correct," she conceded.
"Buy it."
"It's expensive."
"Then I'll buy it."
Kira looked at him.
