Dorito blinked at the dress, suddenly envious of how well it clung to Evelyn, how it seemed to transform her from that shy girl in pragmatic black attire to a diva, a goddess, a Femme Fatale out of an old spy story. "I... don't think we'll have any trouble getting Yolker to come out to a club if he knows you're wearing that." She shook her head a bit, trying to keep from staring as she nodded a few times at Evelyn. "That dress just screams 'I wouldn't mind a promotion right about now', so depending on what kind of work you're doing I'd say go for it."
The little goblin had a few articles of clothing picked out, generally just looking at stuff in the mirror without trying them on before deciding to buy them. Her own selection was somewhat varied, a new dress, some new skirts and pants, a few new shirts... She looked over to a selection of white blouses, scratching her chin before turning to Evelyn. "Actually, what do you do for work?"
The little goblin had a few articles of clothing picked out, generally just looking at stuff in the mirror without trying them on before deciding to buy them. Her own selection was somewhat varied, a new dress, some new skirts and pants, a few new shirts... She looked over to a selection of white blouses, scratching her chin before turning to Evelyn. "Actually, what do you do for work?"
