Nomi on a shopping spee

The chime over the door rings—a crisp, crystalline note that hangs in the hush of velvet drapes and amber light. Nomy steps in, her entrance slicing through the stillness like the first stroke of a fountain pen on parchment.

She is boardroom precision incarnate: obsidian stilettos kiss the parquet with metronomic intent; a charcoal trench coat falls open to reveal a white silk blouse whose pearlescent buttons strain ever so slightly over the soft, secret glow of rose-pink lace beneath. The blouse is tucked into a midnight-black pencil skirt that sculpts the arc of her hips and narrows at the knee, a single back vent promising movement yet refusing to indulge it. A thin patent belt cinches her icredibly slimwaist, mirroring the gleam of the silver hardware on her structured handbag—the strap clenched so tightly her knuckles show pale against the leather.

She closes the door with a firm click that seems louder than intended, then straightens, spine tall as a ruler. Cool hazel eyes skim the room—racks of blush chiffon, mannequins in onyx satin—assessing, cataloguing, almost dismissing. Yet a soft flush climbs the column of her neck, staining sculpted cheekbones, and the analytic mask flickers as a pulse beats at her throat.

Excuse me, she begins, voice smooth yet stretched thin. Her gaze stays fixed on a mannequin draped in black satin. I was told you offer… expert consultations.

Fingers smooth the immaculate line of her skirt—an unnecessary gesture that nevertheless draws the eye to the sleek contour of her thighs and the faint quiver in her poise.

I have an engagement this evening, with a man. It calls for something refined and… effective. You understand right? - she is nervously pulling her blouse fully exposing her sheer bustier, left cup fully visible showcasing her pierced nipple.

The words are clinical, a board-approved summary, but the tremor at their edges and the bright flush in her cheeks reveal what the language conceals: this is no ordinary transaction; it is a venture into uncharted territory, and for once she stands without a playbook, hoping you will guide her past the limits of her carefully curated armor.