Each time Crystal pulled out a dress and held it to her body, it looked like she had a mini orgasm. Her breath would cease in awe, and her eyes would roll in admiration. To Nexus, they were all the same. But to Crystal, each dress was a piece of art. The embroidery and designs on each were unique.
"Young lady, if I may butt in here," the salesman held up his hand; "Why don't you take the dresses you've selected and try them on in the dressing area. . ."
He pointed to a wooden shack at the far end that had been painted white.
"That's a good idea Crystal. That way, you can see them on you firsthand."
Crystal blushed.
"If you say so."
"Excellent!" the salesman exclaimed. "We'll be waiting for you young lady."
