Eleanor got a real paying gig with her boss as soon as she learned about her situation. Which means Eleanor needs to go shopping for a new gown to wear to some charity event her boss is hosting. The only thing about Eleanor that Justin would admit disappoints him is her complete lack of style and her distaste for shopping. Justin loves dresses, and runs his hands over them as he peruses the selections in the rack, the scrape of sequins, the slide of satin..."I think you should wear red," he says, "Scarlet," and hands her a dress, the perfect color for her dark hair and pale skin. She comes out, blushing adorably, uncomfortable at being all dressed up in public. He'd like to tear the dress off her right here, show the world how gorgeous she is. "The color is perfect for you, Princess, but that's not the right dress," he says, and turns back to the rack, looking for a better dress.

He finds a much better dress, and when she comes out in it, he decides it's the dress. Yes, definitely the dress. "I can't go out dressed like this," she says, pouting prettily, "This lace is too sheer." Justin smiles, amused by her bizarre modesty, so proper for a girl who likes to be cuffed & whipped. "You can't go out like that, but you want me to take you to a fetish ball?" he asks, keeping his voice low, below the nosy clerk's range. Her beautiful blush deepens & spreads, her face & breasts glowing & pink.

"I feel so exposed," she sighs as she turns to look down her back. Yes, Justin thinks, exactly. Her skin is so beautiful, and she keeps it so carefully wrapped. There are times he likes that, like she's his own private stash, but he'd like to see her shine out in public sometime. "You look amazing, Eleanor. I think this is your dress," he says, deciding she will wear it.

He watches her walk in the dress, and he's happy he's going to be coming along to this charity event, boring as it sounds. It's where Eleanor is going to be, and she'll be wearing that dress....