Altessa wandered around a store--she couldn't quite remember its name--flipping different jeans across the rack. She had already pulled out a nice denim skirt, and boots, but she was in the mood to spend, and she had enough to. "God, I wish I would meet somebody willing to come here with me..." She thought, really just to hear herself. She didn't really want too much company, but she didn't like judging herself. Others were much better telling her if it looked okay.

"Oh!" Altessa smiled, setting her previous choices down and pulling out a shirt that had gotten mixed with all the denim. The neck-line was a deep 'V', and it had ruffles around it. It was long sleeved, and ruffles flared into a bell-shape at the wrists. She pressed it against herself, looking down at the result. It was white, but with some good jeans, and some boots (she looked over at the ones she picked out earlier) they wouldn't be bad... She chuckled at her girlishness, then wandered a little further, dropping her choices again, to inspect a few other things.

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Inevitabley, three hours later, she had to stop and put a few things back. She just couldn't carry it all... She frowned, looking through all of the different clothes she had picked out--mostly jeans, skirts and shoes. She couldn't bring herself to put any of them away...Howver, she couldn't even imagine having enough money to pay for the jeans she had chosen last--Designer, and an absolutley perfect fit on her. That was the excuse she used for 'needing' them. She looked around hopelessly as people swarmed around her, mostly women with their kids tagging behind them, asking about everything. She even overheard one little girl ask why she was sitting there, but didn't quite catch the mother's reply.

"Damn..." She frowned, not really wanting to 'get' the money for them. She bit her bottom lip, fidgetting, and wondered who would notice her hiding the clothes for just a minute while she found a victim. She decided it would have to be somebody without kids with them, obviously. That made it harder, but not so hard as to discourage her. She had found it easier, lately, to disgard her consience. Her choices of victims became based on practicality instead of just whom her conscience would allow. Altessa looked around again, setting the clothes down in the corner, hoping they would go untouched...Especially the jeans...