Costin
Costin clicked her tongue. She was a tough cookie, but no matter! It would just make it sweeter once she bit into her. "Tch. No, no, no , no. This won't do, this won't do at all. You're missing the point."
"The clothes look nice, yes. I wouldn't have picked them if they wouldn't do that much. Its a nice dress, but if I wanted to ask you how it looked, wouldn't it be better to just leave it on the mannequin?"
She was using the doll's back as a wall, supporting her right on her and glancing back at the mirror in a relaxed manner, arms crossed and all.
"This isn't about some stupid dress. It's about you." She looked over the pile and reached for another one, this time a trendy white turtleneck with jeans. It migt be a bit smaller, but they definitely stretched to fit, and it'd bring out the main subject that much more nicely. "Here, try this one and tell me what do you see." She told her with a devil's grin that was up to no good.