Fashion And Hell Just Go Together [O]

She might as well had been a mafia bosses wife by this point. Given whatever she desired to keep herself looking good. As expected, he complied and she flashed a pleased smile his way. Whenever Simba dressed, she noticed, he always had a punk-ish sort of style, but she supposed it fit his exterior and natural need to stand out. "Hold that thought." She answered, seeing that others were leaving as soon as they stepped inside. The little asian lady that greeted them tickled Marmalade and she began to giggle. Whether it was menacing or just pity one had yet to see.

"Oh my, what a scared little rabbit you are." She continued, before placing a well manicured hand on her shoulder which she was sure tensed up immediately. "Just because I'm part of a group of dogs doesn't mean I can't be civil and polite little rabbit." She did clear her throat though, not wanting to make the woman any more scared than she might've been now. "I would love something light and airy for warmer weather. Do you have anything moderately colorful?" She asked, and when the woman nodded and scampered off to pull some dresses that matched that request she turned to Simba with a gentle sigh.

"Now, I'd be lying if I said the Big Boss didn't like the rare amount of women with class under his paw to wear nice things for morale's sake, Simba, but when he picked me he made sure to do so first before anyone else barked for me." She let out a small hearty laugh. "So, sometimes he gives me some extra to spend whenever I voice the need to go out." There was an amused glint in her eyes, carefully looking at the man before her, "Would you not want me to look good, Simba?" She admitted, she was spoiled in her family and liked to be spoiled, but there were qualities that made her reasonable in that spoiling venture.

Kidou knew that she didn't sit on her ass waiting for money to be thrown at her. For specific jobs that required a versatile, more subtle approach, she was definitely the woman for the job. She jumped at the chance to assist and was noted for her hard work and dedication. She earned whatever money he gave to her, and felt better about herself when she was out in these situations with someone accompanying her while she shopped.

When the woman returned, she turned to see that she had a few light and airy dresses that she requested however one caught her eye immediately. It was a sun dress, vibrant in white with some color put in as a point of interest, but not overshadowing the majority of white. "Oh lovely, may I try this one on?" She asked, and seeing the woman nodding, she took it and would waltz to the changing rooms without a single word said but there was a giddiness to her steps. Marmalade was a woman through and through.

She huffed, stealing from this store would be a travesty. Thankfully he pulled away when adding that it was no fun stealing from the poor. There was little point in it and she'd feel a tad bad about the gesture when they weren't deserving in the least. When she closed the door in the changing room ad heard what he had to say, she could only chuckle.

"Happened to gaze upon something to get the dog you are restless, Simba? You're laying it on quite thick." She relinquished her dress first and the white haired wonder would see the dress now laying on the floor. There was a certain tantalizing aspect of a woman changing and the process a man used when utilizing his own imagination. "Next you'll expected me to find lingerie and change into it while you're in the room with me. ...all cramped and torrid..." She was throwing her voice a little, operating as a sensual flair. With her accent, it was easier to accomplish but teasing was fun on occasion.

She carefully slid on the dress, covering the purple lacy lingerie she had on the current moment. The dress was flowy and she found herself twirling in amazement to catch every angle and how it moved. "Mmm, not bad at all." She came out, the white and subtly colored dress proving a decent contrast with rich brown hair trailing behind her and framing her face. "I ought to give you a break shouldn't I? We can always eat somewhere." She smiled, not in the least bit unhappy about postponing her shopping spree's for a little time with an amusing pup such as Simba.


There was something so delightful about how he functioned and was so casual about everything. A little compliment from him to her was never a bad thing either. What woman didn't like being called pretty or beautiful every now and then? She also wasn't going to ask him the time old question of 'How do I look in this?' to him either and when satisfied that he got his fill of her in this new dress, waltzed back in and began taking it off when she closed and locked the door.

(Because, as nice as Simba was for conversation, she still didn't trust him peeking.)

Putting on her elegant dress once again, she picked up the new dress, folded it in her arms and walked out a happy woman. "I love it." The frail looking woman seemed pleased and when she fished for her card and gave it to her, subtracting the amount necessary. "I'll let you pick where to eat, but if you try forcing wine down my throat for amorous reasons, well..." Her smile looked so warm and yet her tone was serious. "...I'd advise not to for the sake of keeping your package intact and functionable. I'm not an easy woman, you know." With the dress in a new bag and card returned, she walked out and waited for him.

She wondered what place he would pick for lunch...

A red bikini? Well, that wasn't so bad a color to wear. She was more partial to purple, but red was nice too. The good thing about fashion for women is that they had a wide selection to choose from and some shops were made specifically for her gender as well. Simba was delightfully funny though, joking with her and being merry around her. She cracked a smile at that, and almost gasped when he grasped her wrist and gave the option of going to a nice Italian Restaurant close by here. She wanted to laugh. Was this to impress her and bring her close to home? Or was this just his own personal taste? She couldn't blame him though, Italian food was a joy and bright which suited her culture. If you left an Italian house hungry then you simply didn't eat at all.

He walked inside, and wearing what he wore, he got the attention of the staff rather quickly. When they came to their table he pulled back her chair and she was flattered by his manners and sat down before being pushed in. "Grazie, Simba. Being so mannerly today, I'm impressed." Manners from a man was always impressive and refreshing. Some of the dogs simply had so much trouble being anything of the sort without looking forced, but Simba was doing a good job remaining effortless and casual all at the same time.

Placing her bag by her feet in between them just in case of theft, she heard his request for fine wine and grinned, showing her pearly whites. He was so exuberant today it was almost infectious. "Cliche or not, I appreciate you bringing me here." She sighs dreamily and looks around. She was entirely homesick and the usually pleasant woman held an expression of longing on her face. "None of us deserved being thrust from our lives. ...definitely not like this. I'm sure compared to here, a regular prison is a palace with fine dining." Her expression bore some semblance of her true feelings. She was frustrated, longing to go back home, and still struggling with a few things.

"I admit that I...desperately tried to avoid coming here. I'm afraid eating the food here would make me cry." She laughed. She was sure she sounded silly admitting that to him. "...but! I will remain here. The sentiment far outweighs my own insecurities." She looked genuine, nodding at him. "Thank you Simba."

He was spoiling, speaking softly with a charming allure to his tone. He was clearly trying to woo her, that he could provide for her. His smile was contagious all over again, and he didn't sport the amused smirk he usually did which was the first thing she noticed when she joined the gang. She figured he was sincere and genuine, and that she could knock off any of her emotional walls to let the man in for once. He tried joking around to keep her in the right track which caused a hearty laugh to exit her lips and permeate into the air with a positive effect.

Overall, Marmalade looked appreciate, she hoped Simba would feel good about it.

"Well, I'll pick something simple." She didn't know what food he liked, so she felt she had to pick something relatively safe that they both would like. Seeing as how it was lunch time, she perused the menu quietly in that section while the waiter waited upon them patiently. "I think we will both have...Herb-Grilled Salmon." It sounded positively delicious and she was sure that he'd enjoy it. It just had Italian herbs, red bell peppers, and broccoli as a side. When the waiter nodded and wrote down their order, he walked off and Marmalade smiled a little.

"I apologize if you don't like fish. I didn't know what you liked, but I ate fish all the time at home." Besides what you'd expect of pasta and other meals with cheese involved.

"Well, is there anything going on with you lately? I know we all came together as one big group earlier but you usually keep Lazarus in check. Why leave that behind to spend the day with me? Feel that you need a dose of estrogen for the day to keep yourself balanced?" She chuckled a little afterwards. There was nothing wrong with that. A whole big vortex of testosterone had its problems what with all that pent up aggression just waiting to explode.

Oh that was good, he did like salmon after all! Out of all of the fish, it was definitely the easiest to take next to tuna she could say. He was so animated though, joking around with her further. She was reminded of a puppy over and over again than his usual more matured wolf-like aloofness he gave off on a daily basis. When he explained what he wanted to do with his life so far she held a worried maternal look on her face. The more powerful and well known he became the more he'd be targeted by the wrong people. Popularity and notoriety were always double-edged swords.

"Fun and dangerous usually go in hand." No matter how much confidence he exuded from his voice, it didn't put her at ease. Any of her closest dogs she would feel that she needed to protect and preserve them. Everyone in here as a prisoner was at some form of risk to be killed off almost as a blood sport. "Just take break every once in awhile. You have friends here, that includes me." Her care showed through her voice, but she then laughed at being 'reminded' of how they got here in the first place.

"True, but you still had a choice. ...that you stayed was nice." Though she felt Lazarus would protest at being with her. He was so strange lately.

"...? Hmm..." She looked away briefly, bringing the wine glass to her lips and sipping the white wine that was offered. It tingled on her tongue, but was enriched by her taste buds and lingered. "I walk around and I see many unfulfilled and scared faces hidden by a mask of indifference. Normal people, unlike us, have really cushioned lives, and in here you really have to shape and mold your experience here to be what you make it. ...or else I just think you'd be depressed." She took in a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh.

"I'm not sure what to do. It's hard to plan anything for the future when its already sort of taken anyway. We're all going to die here. ...but it isn't so bad. I expect that I'll keep supporting you all. It's the role of a woman. I hold that with pride." She had a warmth in her purple eyes, bringing the glass to her lips and taking another sip. She was drinking in moderation, unlike the alabaster haired man on the other side of her.