Nyx was positively stunned, to say the least. She had never had such freedom in her entire life, especially when it came to fashion. In her first master's home, they all had to wear white cotton clothing that itched horrendously. In the orphanage, the girls had to wear long dresses with little to no variation in colour. This though, this was proper and good clothing that looked stylish to Nyx's dark and interested eyes. She edged closer, waiting for Momo to finish talkin before she moved between the racks of clothing, a solitary finger trailing along the multitudes of materials, styles and colours.

She knew that she had to stop looking around like a child in a sweet-shop and prioritise her needs. First of all, she would inevitably have to work outside for a while (even though she was useless) so warm clothing was necessary. She also needed something cooler for inside and finally something that would serve her well when she was trying to bring Momo over to her way of thinking. Something that accentuated the parts that might attract her new Mistress.

For the outside work, she pulled out some jeans, boots and a plaid shirt before grabbing a jumper and a long coat. Once that was dealt with, she moved to the cooler part and lifted out a small jacket, a chiffon blouse, some leggings and finally fluffy socks because fluffy socks are wonderful for keeping feet warm. Casting a look around, she lifted some hot pants and a rather tight tank top before heading pack to Momo with her clothing.