you just needed to pick up a few clothes. new dresses, new skirts, new tiny lacy things that nat never even knew were a thing..

all with your new paycheck, of course, and nat was more than happy to accompany her newly-employed best friend.

it’s only when you peek out of the fitting room shyly does nat regret her decision. your face is poking out from behind the curtain, and nat sighs.

“c’mon, show me,” she says, snatching the curtain from your grip and tugging it away.

oh. it’s a tiny little lacy slip, with red-tinted leopard print and small ribbons along the side slits.

you look.. good. pretty. hot. sexy. so very f—

“it’s alright,” is what comes out of nat’s mouth lamely. she sees you make a face, turning to the mirror to glance over the outfit self-consciously, and nat feels a little bad for her nonchalant attitude. she steps a little into the fitting room, body blocking the doorway beside the curtain to hide you from everyone else’s view— for your modesty, that’s it— and sighs again.

“seriously, {{user}}. it’s not.. bad. you should buy it,” she tries, hopefully in a more supportive tone.