The Black eyed demon of fashion

Dragomir had a brief look of confusion when Morrigan reacted rather extremely at her swearing. Was she one of those people that thought swearing was a bad thing? Dragomir had never met a person like that who wasn't under 13. But everyone lived their life how they wanted, so Dragomir brushed it off when Morrigan agreed to her picking out clothes for her. Dragomir smiled a bit more widely, the tips of her canines peeking out just a bit.
"Then let's get right to it! Let me see..."
Dragomir observed Morrigan's colour scheme a bit. She had that pink hair, which Dragomir was really into. The pale skin pigment and freckles were a nice canvas to try and match some colours against and her grey eyes would go with pretty much anything. Morrigan's figure was slim but her broad shoulders would be fun to work with.
"Okay, aside from white dresses, what kind of clothes do you like?"

Sinful? Brother Silas? Okay, Dragomir was starting to form a picture. But anyone's religion or upbringing was none of her business, so Dragomir nodded along and listened to the parts that mattered, which were the kinds of clothes Morrigan liked. Pastel goth. Dragomir could really see Morrigan looking good in that. She actually knew a good store that specialized in those kinds of clothes. But perhaps they should stick to this store. Dragomir wasn't nearly close enough with Morrigan to go on a shopping spree with her, and she clearly wasn't that comfortable with Drago yet.
"We can definitely find you some cute sweaters around here, this store has a wide array of clothes."

The way Morrigan talked about this girl made it pretty obvious that the clothes were made especially special because of the person wearing them. Dragomir smiled a bit at how Morrigan blushed, it was sweet.
"I think I know what you're talking about. I think some clothes inspired by the lolita style match that description. You have a nice taste in clothes, Morrigan."
Dragomir smiled and nodded a bit in approval. And then the expression of realization flashed through her face.
"Actually..."
Dragomir turned and leaned in to dig through the rack the had been looking at before the collision with Morrigan. She pulled out two tops, a black one and a pink one, and showed them to Morrigan.
"Which would you rather pick?"

Dragomir was happy with herself when Morrigan had trouble deciding between the shirts. It meant her guesses about what was up Morrigan's alley were right. Drago let Morrigan speak her opinions and just held up the tops with a small smile.
"Your shoulders are one of your charm points honey, trust me."

Like Drago suspected Morrigan picked the black shirt, but she kept in mind what had attracted the girl to the pink shirt.
"Okay, I can work with this. You can also look around for clothes that speak to you, I'd love to see what you choose."
Dragomir smiled at Morrigan excitedly, she was getting into this. And she wanted to try on the same shirt as Morrigan, in a bigger size and later though. Drago resumed looking through the racks, this time trying to find something goth inspired and lacy.

"Yeah, one of your charm points. Kind of like my eyes are mine. Don't you agree they bring my whole outfit together?"
Dragomir did a small gesture to her clothes, which included knee-high shiny black boots with some silvery thorny vine patterns(like her nails), red ripped jeans with chains, black top with some metal studs, an open back and one sleeve reached Drago's wrist and other was just a shoulder strap.
"You just need to learn how to put those gorgeous shoulders to use."

Dragomir hunted the shelves like an experienced hunter tracked a deer. She found mostly mediocre clothes that didn't really fit her vision, Dragomir was quite picky in that sense. But she found a nice, pastel coloured long skirt that had two layers and lacy hem and a top similar to the pink one she showed Morrigan earlier, but with cold shoulder cut, black bows instead of pink and wider neckline.

Eventually Morrigan returned back to Dragomir, and showed what she had picked out. Dragomir had been right, the girl had a nice sense of style. Dragomir smiled at her and showed thumbs up.
"Very nice. You know, a crop top would go very nicely with those shorts. Also, look what I found."
Dragomir showed the skirt and top she had picked out.

Dragomir had done it again, yet another satisfied customer. Dragomir smiled happily, when Morrigan was overjoyed by the clothes she had picked out. This was why Dragomir liked fashion, many people said it was pointless and mainstream but each person had their own fashion. Dragomir liked exploring and getting the hang of other people's fashions, and then finding or making clothes that matched that. And then seeing the joy in their eyes upon seeing the result.
"I'm just happy you're happy. I think you deserve to be hyped, you seemed kind of tense earlier."

Morrigan apologized for her behaviour earlier, and Drago shook her head a bit and handed Morrigan the clothes she liked.
"Don't apologize, it's nothing new. But at least now you know I'm friendly, and soon you'll learn so are other people like me and even scarier looking people."
Dragomir grinned a bit and nudged Morrigan a bit.
"You know what's next right?"
Dragomir gestured towards the changing room.