Chiyo's enthusiasm carried her even further into playful territory.
She disappeared briefly into the lingerie section and came back holding a delicate bikini in deep midnight blue, its triangles of fabric connected by thin, barely-there strings that promised to reveal far more than they concealed, the color chosen to complement pale skin and dark hair perfectly.
Along with it, she presented several sets of cute underwear—lacy bras and matching panties in soft blacks, deep reds, and one particularly playful set decorated with tiny embroidered stars that seemed to echo the sparkle hidden in Yuri's gaze.
"These will be perfect whenever you want to feel extra confident or just want something pretty against your skin," Chiyo explained with a mischievous little grin as she handed the delicate items over one by one. "Try the bikini too—just for fun. Imagine how amazing it would look once you put it on!"
Yuri moved between the fitting room and the full-length mirrors with patient, unhurried grace, slipping in and out of each piece while Chiyo offered lively commentary and enthusiastic encouragement from just outside the curtain.
The tall woman's movements remained composed and natural even as she modeled the revealing bikini, the thin straps accentuating the smooth lines of her shoulders, the generous curves of her breasts and hips, and the elegant strength in her posture.
A few other shoppers nearby cast discreet glances, but Yuri paid them no mind, simply turning slowly in front of the mirror to observe how the fabrics moved with her body.
After they had gathered a satisfying collection of clothes—ranging from the boldly sexy dress and cropped top, through the mature blouse and trousers, to the cute sweater and skirt, plus the daring bikini and sets of lacy underwear—Chiyo's attention suddenly shifted elsewhere.
Her eyes brightened with a fresh idea as she remembered her secondary goal for the trip.
"I really want to grab a new plushy doll or two before we finish up here," she announced brightly, her voice bubbling with anticipation.
Without waiting for a full reply, she spun on her heel and dashed off toward another part of the mall where the toy and accessory stores were located.
"Wait here!" she called back to Yuri over her shoulder as she ran, her ponytail swaying energetically behind her with every hurried step. "I'd be right back!"
She said that, but she wasn't actually that far away.
Yuri could still clearly see her smaller figure weaving through the moderate crowd, heading straight for a brightly colored store entrance just a short distance down the wide, open corridor.
Left standing alone near the clothing section with several shopping bags now resting at her feet, Yuri lowered her gaze to the items inside.
She reached down and gently lifted one of the folded garments—the sleek black dress—turning it slowly between her long fingers so she could admire the way the fabric caught the light and feel its smooth texture.
Her starry eyes traced every line and detail of the clothing with quiet fascination, taking in the colors and styles that now belonged to her as part of this mortal world.
"Sho…ping…." she murmured softly to herself, the word rolling off her tongue with deliberate, careful pronunciation.
A small, delicate blush surfaced on her pale cheeks, warming the skin just beneath her eyes and giving her an unexpectedly soft expression. "It does not compare to sex with my master, but it has its own standing. I fancy it."
The gentle moment of quiet reflection was shattered without warning by a loud commotion that erupted through the mall.
Harsh shouts suddenly echoed from multiple directions at once, aggressive voices cutting sharply through the previous hum of casual conversations and background music.
Heavy footsteps pounded across the tiled floors as a group of roughly twelve men burst into the main atrium from one of the main entrances.
All of them were dressed in dark clothing with faces partially obscured, and each one held a weapon drawn and pointed outward with clear intent.
The robbers moved with aggressive purpose, spreading out quickly to cover the open space and block off easy exits.
"Get down, all of you! Get the fuck down!" they yelled loudly, their voices overlapping in a chaotic, threatening roar that bounced off the high ceilings and glass walls.
Panic rippled through the crowd almost instantly. Shoppers screamed in sudden fear, dropping to the floor or crouching behind nearby displays and benches, their faces pale as they covered their heads and tried desperately to make themselves as small as possible.
Children began to cry, abandoned bags lay scattered on the ground, and the once-vibrant energy of the mall transformed into a tense, frozen silence broken only by the robbers' harsh commands.
While everyone else around her dropped to the ground in waves of terror, Yuri remained standing exactly where she was.
She continued to gaze down at the clothes in the shopping bag with the same calm, appreciative expression, her fingers still lightly tracing the edge of one garment.
The small blush on her cheeks had not yet fully faded, and her eyes held a soft, contented light as she remained quietly absorbed in her appreciation of these very first clothes from the mortal world.
One of the robbers, sweeping his gaze sharply across the atrium to ensure everyone was complying, suddenly locked onto the single figure still upright.
His eyes narrowed behind the shadow of his cap as he took in the tall woman with dark flowing hair, the black choker snug at her throat, and the faint blush still coloring her cheeks while she calmly examined her new purchases.
"Hm? Hey woman! Didn't you hear? Get down?"
Yuri soon turned her starry red eyes slowly toward the source of the sharp voice that had called out to her.
Her luminous gaze settled calmly on the masked man who had separated himself from the rest of the group and was now striding directly toward her with heavy, purposeful steps.