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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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Yeah, this was about what she had expected. When Mali stepped out of the limo, she felt like she was being watched from all sides even though in her mind she knew that most people were probably minding their own business. So many people casually wearing clothes that she wouldn't be able to afford without a few months of dedicated saving, and the disparity in the quality of clothes struck doubly due to the fact that she was wearing someone else's hand-me downs that didn't fit properly. She stuck out, not like a sore thumb, but like a Dubble Bubble amongst Halloween chocolates: cheap and unwanted. 

Well that would need to be the first thing to get taken care of. Mali looked out at the various stores and noted that they were smaller than she'd expected them to be. Then again, these kinds of stores made profit by charging tons of money to a very select crowd, they would need to be relatively small as a rule. Her eye was instinctively drawn to one store, simply titled [i]Roux[/i] written in cursive script with ionized Argon lights.

It was artfully decorated with Modern stripes of blacks and dark grays at the top, with a sturdy foundation of artfully chosen bricks at the bottom, with large glass displays separating the two disparate designs. Behind the glass barricade were a pair of mannequins that were almost identical to actual people wearing the wares of the store: very fancy, but expensive dresses complete with large, stylish hats and equally expensive handbags in tow.

Wait. Mali took a closer look at the mannequins, and for a few seconds nothing happened, but then one blinked. Were those actual people standing there, modeling the clothes? Mere moments afterwards, the mannequin-models switched to new poses from the ones they were in prior. Alright, that settled it, that's the first store they'd hit up.

[color=D5FF00]"Let's go to Roux first. I need to get out of these clothes as soon as possible."[/color] As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Mali remembered they technically belonged to Zoie. [color=D5FF00]"No offense."[/color]