Josephine faces the fitting room door with a puzzled look. "Arthur, are you alright? Any issues with the clothes?" Her voice is gentle and tinged with concern.
"Not at all," Arthur's voice emerges, heavy as if he had just run several miles. "I liked them all, so choosing is hard…"
"Oh, I see…" Josephine's eyes sparkle with curiosity. 'Was that a moan I heard? Probably not.. but he's certainly one of a kind…'
"Why don't you come out and let me see how you look?"
"One minute," he aks.
Josephine waits, and after a tad more than a minute, Arthur appears, garbed in dark brown fabric and leather trousers, a casual white linen shirt, and a dark leather vest tightly embracing his chest, accentuating his defined muscles.
