The formal-wear staff do their best to disregard Heigren.  They really do.  If they had their way they'd Pretty Woman the living crap out of him but the fact is that Heigren has a certain magnetism to him that makes him difficult not to like.  He is Zeltron, after all.  Soon he's charmed one of the shop girls so much that another is actually trying to out-bid her for attention.  The two buzz about the Zeltron holding clothes up to his admittedly quite tasty body, suggesting outfits and subtly trying to out-do one another.

Heigren thoroughly immerses himself in the experience.  At the insistance of one of the girls he removes his shirt so they can better 'measure' him.  The whole time he looks at the various clothes they show him.  Anything drab or monotone is instantly rejected.

"No, not that.  Oooh maybe, does it come in any other colours.  Ooooh is that silk."

He sees Sheila standing off to the side.

"What's up Janine?  Not having fun?"

He whispers something to one of the shop girls, sending her into a fit of giggles.

Sheila shrugs,  "Just enjoying the view."

No charge for window shopping.

THe Zeltron became fully immersed in the act of shopping, trying on clothes and accessorising.  He either didn't realise or didn't care that he often walked out of the changerooms in only a pair of underpants to a room full of stares and girlish giggles.  Usually it was to ask for a new style of trousers or a different size.

Finally Heigran settled on three sets of clothes.  One formal suit, a plush nerf wool double-breasted jacket and slacks in a rich and vibrant purple.  It was accompanied by a black silk shirt with no tie and several buttons undone, shoes that were shiny enough to act as mirrors, all topped off with a purple top hat and a golden cane.  It was a thoroughly ostentatious affair, but Heigren managed to pull it off.

His other two sets of clothes were more modest affairs, sets of casual wear in vibrant colours.  The set he decided to wear was a rich emerald green casual suit with gold trim and an orange shirt.  His most mundane item was a set of brown walking shoes, very practical and thus boring.  Heigran was of course unhappy with them but the store had nothing to his liking so he settled for them.

He moved over to Sheila.

Well it's a start, but I'll need to do lots more shopping today.  But what about you?  Maybe its your turn to enjoy shopping and my turn to 'enjoy the view'.
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While waiting for Heigren to finish his casual shopping and having verified his fancy dress, she moves into the women's section of  the formalwear.  Nerf purple? but she could match the black and gold.  Maybe purple trim.  She e glanced arioud the women's section.

Heigren followed Sheila over to the women's section and began looking at the various clothes, whispering to the girls following him still, even though he'd made his purchases.

Honestly, her tastes are more mundane, there's not much here that she feels is basic formalwear. She's looking for a basic black dress, sheath or otherwise.   It's either too 'out there' or the cuts are far too high or low or seethrough for her tastes.  Finally realizing this might be a dangerous thing, she asks Vyn what he thinks, between the two most basic and plain black dresses they carry..
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Heigren looked aghast.  No.  No.  Absolutely not.  You're not dressing for a funeral here.  You need colour.

He grabs one of the serving girls around the waist and pulls her in close whispering in her ear.  Then the two rush off into the rows of women's clothing.

About a minute later Heigren returns with a dress.  If Sheila expected a plunging neckline and short skirt she would be disappointed.  The dress was a flowing formal dress in the classic design whose train reached almost to the ground.  It had a single shoulder strap on the left side adorned with a simple floral arrangement.  The only other accompaniment was a slightly ruffled sash.  The entire affair was a deep turqoise blue.  Overall the dress was very elegant, simple but stylish and undoubtedly more expensive than the dresses Sheila had chosen.

Brings out your hair.  Heigren observed.  A classic design, full of colour.  I'd day shoes and bags to match and maybe a small piece of jewellrey for a finishing touch, say a bracelet or watch.

The girl with Heigren nodded in agreement though wether she actually believed this was a good idea or was simply smitten with the Zeltron was anoyone's guess.

Whenever the Talons check their holomail during the day they find a message from Zyra.

We hope you are enjoying your leave and contract bonus. For anyone interested we will be discussing how to spend the company dividends tomorrow night in our reserved dining room at the hotel, 1900 local time. Attendance is entirely optional - S. Starflare.

Heigren seemed surprised at Sheila's lack of response.  He was having trouble reading her.  Did she like it?  Hate it?

He shrugged and quickly found another full length dress, though this one was strapless and emerald green in colour.  There was numerous small crystals sewn into the bodicework but otherwise the dress was fairly unadorned, a classic design.

Ladies, ladies.  Please go help Janine try some of these dresses on.

He gently restrains one of the girls as they begin to hustle Sheila off.

Not you.  You haven't finished helping me.  He gives her his most devillish grin  leading her back towards the male change area.

(Sorryy)

Janine wAs taken by surprise at what he had chosen for her, given what he'd choa.d. for himself, that and she hadn't seen those, she'd only registered the too this or that cut ones.

"They're fine. Sure."  She followed the sales girl to the back and started trying on clothes.  She checks out the prices too.
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The sales girl following Heigren giggles nervously but readily follows. 

The one assisting Sheila is less enthusiastic but then she seems as if she's less enthusiastic about most things.  She's a Twi'lek, one of the rarer family lines, bearing scarlet skin and impressive black rosettes - almost like a big cat.  The entirety of working in customer service is probably taking its toll - or maybe she's just having a slightly off day.  She's quite ready to help Sheila in and out of clothing, though. 

Prices run to the expensive; before accessorising the dresses range from 150 credits to several thousand.  There's everything from dramatically low-cut push-up dresses (the kind that have a vee down slightly below the navel, similarly low-cut sides that bare the ribs and the sides of the breasts, and a few ornamental chains at the front to stop the whole affair falling off the body) to elegant classy dresses that cover the form from throat to toe and come embellished in lace and sparkling clasps at the throat and cuffs.  Any colour of the rainbow (and any shade) can be found here.  There are even white 'blanks' that can be dyed any colour and cut, fringed, ornamented or slashed any which way the customer might want.  This is a really full-service experience.  If Sheila really tried she could burn through several million credits on just a handful of dresses if she wanted to (and had the money).

Heigren returns from the fitting rooms about ten minutes later and checks in on Sheila.

Well Janine.  How did you go?

She tried on the two dress Heigren had picked out, the blue one was nice, very nice, she was having the deja vu prom feeling again looking at herself in the mirror, although the green one was nice too, she prefered the blue one.    On the way in, after she had said something to her about trying on sexy ones too, just to test the comfort level, the girl had gotten three other dresses, 2 somewhat reasonable, but not as suitable as the blue one when she put them on, and then the last one.  This one was over 2000 credits with amazingly little material used in it, but the purple in the accents matched the purple of the nerf suit.  Standing still in it, it looked like an ordinary skirt and  blouse. Black, with vertical purple metallic threads running through the skirt, but once she moved, it was obvious that it was more of a grass skirt thing attached at the hips and at the bottom of the fitted strapless bra top.  If she sat down, it would be impossible to keep her legs covered, as the skirt was literally a fancy miniskirt (very short) covered in floor length expensive black and purple metallic string.  To make things even worse, the woman had found a pair of 3 inch strappy heels, black, well formed, that went with all the dresses,   With the blue one, the heels looked appropriate; with the string affair, they added to  the look that was,  well, slutty.  Expensive, kept woman of a very rich man, but very obviously not his wife, or even his official mistress, but just there for the sex slutty.


She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what had possessed her to ask for this type of thing.  "Interesting, but I don't think I could wear this outside of the bedroom."  Not without the accessory of a deep red blush, which was slowly developing at the moment.  Trying to imagine her mother's reaction to the dress just made it worse. "But since we're going out, the first dress, the one shoulder blue dealie, would be more appropriate."

She's wearing this dress, getting ready to go back in and change when Vyn checks in on her and the blush develops much faster.  "UHm the first one you found Vyn, the blue one."
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Well it's certainly eye-catching. What does the rest of the outfit look like?

"It's fine if I stand absolutely still.  But no, I think I'll go for the first one you picked out.  I had the bright idea to ask her," she nodded at the twilek.  "to pick out something sexier, to test my comfort level, and this was very successful in doing so."

You mean that's all of it?  Heigren seems genuinely surprised.  He appraises Janine for a moment.  Well that dress certainly makes a statement.  Though the statement it makes is not one I'd care to repeat.  I think you're much better off in the blue dress.  Hard to enjoy yourself when your clothes could fall off any second.

"Oh, it's not going to fall off, just doesn't cover." She heads back into the changing room to get redressed.  The shoes are fine.  The blue dress is fine.  And she eventually recovers her proper face color.

By the time Sheila emerges from the dressing room again, Heigren ha sorted out all the tedious parts like payment and shipping.  He then given one parting wink to the girl who served him and leaves the store.


Heigren began to wander aimlessly.  Poking his head in this store and that, finding intense pleasure in commonplace products.  He spends a good five minutes admiring an all-in-one food processer, another five staring at a holomovie cinema.  Most of all he seems fascinated by the amount of food people throw away - half eaten lunches, discarded snacks and the like.

All in all, whilst this was fascinating for the Zeltron it would probably end up becoming quite boring for Sheila quite quickly.

The Twi'lek who was helping Sheila gives her a small shrug and a wry smile before taking their purchases.  She and the woman who helped Heigren organise how the goods will be folded and delivered; Heigren's helper advises she'll drop them off at the hotel herself.

The rest of the day, it seems, is theirs.

After dragging Sheila round another dozen or so stores with items that Sheila would find commonplace but Heigren seems to find fascinating, the energetic Zeltron finally stops for caf at a small cafe.

Heigren continues to regale Sheila with stories, tales and other general chat.  Out of nowhere he says, He likes you you know.

Seeing Sheila's confusion, Heigren subtlely nods his head to the right.  Third table back, green jacket.  He's been checking you out for the last ten minutes or so.

If Sheila looks over she does indeed see an attractive human male in a green jacket three tables away, but he seems engrossed in a datapad and his cup of caf.

The time following 'Vyn" around is in combination, fascinating and boring; boring because it was, well, boring, and fascinating because of what he was fascinated with.  But stopping at the little cafe was a relief.

She sipped her caf, then took a good look at the green jacket man, then turned back to Heigren.  "Well, it's up to him, I'm not exactly looking right now."  She registered as much as she could from the look, she'd like to be able to recognize him again.

Heigren adds a mild tone of reproach to his voice.  What's up to him?  To come and talk to a girl who is sitting with another guy?  A guy who doesn't look her brother and isn't dressed like a work colleague?  The logical conclusion would be I'm your mate.  Would explain why he looks away whenever I look in his direction.  Not many men would try to chat to a girl sitting with her mate and I doubt many women would like the kind of man who does.

"Good point." She peered back at the man in the green jacket. "Wait here." She located the freshers, down the aisle beyond the man, then she got up and walked back past him, into the fresher for about thirty seconds, washing her hands.   As she passed back by the guy, she got a good look at him and smiled at him as she went back and sat down with 'Vyn' again.

OK, give me a description. does he look familiar to me, have I ever seen him before, and all that, species, gender, looks, not that it'll tell me anything.  Sheila Masters rolled 5 using 1d20+2. int roll..
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When Sheila returned to the table, Heigren wasn't there.  He was speaking to a small group of people near the serving counter.