My Fallen Angel

"What is this?" I frowned as I held up the shirt. "Why is it so short?"
"It's called a crop top. It's supposed to be that way. Here," he suddenly layered my arms with clothes. "Go try these on."
I frowned down at the clothes, then walked to the dressing room.
"It's too tight," I muttered, staring at my reflection. He'd picked out this black dress, and it was fine until it reached my hips, where it suddenly clung to every corner.
"Let me see."
I flicked the lock on the door, and he stepped in. And looked like he swallowed his tongue.
"What?" I asked self-consciously, tugging at it. "Is it that bad?"
I turned to look at the mirror again.
"Wh--- I --- no," he finally managed, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. "It looks... Great, actually. You could give Seraphine a run for her money."
I scowled at my reflection. "I don't need this, I'll never wear it."
"Ken, you never know when you need something like that." he shook his head at me.
I'd take his word for it.
I reached back to unzip it, but I couldn't catch it. I'd out it on fine by myself, why was this part suddenly difficult?
"Need some help?" Ashley chuckled, and stepped over to me. I let my arm drop as he slowly unzipped the dress, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
"You know," he said casually as the dress fell to the ground, and I stepped out of it. "You're gonna have to start sinning soon."
"I'm fine," I muttered, holding up another dress to me; I was in my underwear, and considering he'd seen me in a towel, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I tossed it away, not liking it.
"Here," Ashley handed me a different one, his eyes tracing the swell of my breasts in the bright red bra he'd given me (I didn't want to know where it came from).
I turned to the mirror, holding it up to me. It was white, and the bottom had a nice swish to it. I held it out, and them shimmied into it, letting it fall down. Ashley lifted my hair out for me, and I kept my gaze on my reflection and not him.
"I like this one."
"I figured you would. It looks good on you," he nodded, and stooped, grabbing the black one out of the floor. "But I like this one. So you're getting both."
Whatever he wanted. I rolled my eyes, and pulled on my regular clothes quickly, shoving all the things I wanted to get into Ashleys arms. I followed him to the check out, and then helped carry some of the bags as we left the mall.
"I really didn't need all this," I told him as we walked to the bus. "It's too much."
"You'll make it up to me," Ashlandil said confidently as we turned a corner.
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously, glancing at him. "Well, there's a party tonight, kinda formal, whole band is going. Which means you're going as my plus one."
I sent him a look. "Why am I just now hearing about it? And what's it for? You guys are supposed to be on tour."
"Well, they told us yesterday at the show, but you were a little preoccupied. It's something to help promote our new album, and Andys pretty excited about it. So, to pay me back for this ridiculous amount of clothing, wear the black dress. I'll even help you put it on if you want."
"I can dress myself, thanks. When should I be ready?" "Seven."

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