[Cellar's probably right, but Baby's too stoic to admit that she's secretly starving. her stomach is in knots. she nods, holds up her finger - one second - and disappears back into her room. she quietly rifles through a few options, but doesn't take very long (she doesn't want to make Cellar wait) and chooses a safe option of a simple, pale blue dress that almost reaches her knees and sheer tights.
she gives her hair a quick brushing, smooths out the odd ends and slips on a pair of black kitten heels. back through the adjoined bathroom to the next room, she looks up at Cellar with a tiny smile.]
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she gives her hair a quick brushing, smooths out the odd ends and slips on a pair of black kitten heels. back through the adjoined bathroom to the next room, she looks up at Cellar with a tiny smile.]
Thanks for waiting.