". . . Sure, alright then. . ."
She would then take his hand, clearly uncertain still, but also. . . Willing to at least try to get this experience.
What could possibly go wrong ?
That's the thing that goes through her head as she took his hand.
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ć ¤ "Simply take my hand." His smile is soft and understanding. For someone who towers over Ifrit, he certainly knows how to make himself more inviting. "If you become uncomfortable, let me know and I will bring you right back here."
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ć ¤ "What would it take to instill sufficient trust?" Gallitsur's head tilts gently aside. "Perhaps I could simply bring you sample attires. I have no reason to trap you, stranger."
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ć ¤ "Would you like to take a look?" Gallitsur extends his hand palm-up, gentle and slow, his body curving forward with the opposing hand at rest behind him. How formal.
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