Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

5: Plain

Before that moment, Avicia had never considered what Kahdreg would look like in a tux. Nor how it tickled some inner fancy of hers in a way that was inappropriate for a personal assistant-boss relationship. It was just a plain black tuxedo! Her heart shouldn't have stuttered in her chest at the sight.

But, she supposed, the body that wore the tux mattered just a wee bit more.

As always, Kahdreg stood tall, his long braid draped over a shoulder. He fidgeted with the suit jacket, trying to get it to sit comfortably. The vest of the suit fit snug to his body, blending perfectly with the jacket. The pants seemed a tad large, but - as Kahdreg partially turned from her - still showed off that rear Avicia had shamefully glimpsed in the HR Office. Not to say she didn't peek every now and then, when he stalked away from her at work, either.

Dashing as he appeared, Avicia felt a bit disappointed. It was black and white fabric, like most other tuxes would be. It was neutral, not daring to highlight his lovely shade of green or the piercing yellow eyes.

"Doesn't he look debonair?" The salesperson gushed at Avicia's elbow, hands clasped to their chest.

"He looks nice," Avicia conceded when Kahdreg turned his eyes to her. She pushed herself up and out of the chair, tilting her head to the side and frowning lightly. "But it's a bit... well, boring."

Both of them turned to stare at Avicia, making her wince. The salesperson became dangerously still, but a hard look came into their gaze. "Excuse me?"

"What do you suggest then?" It was hard to tell whether Kahdreg was offended by her assessment or amused. He seemed to be fighting down a smile, but his tone was rather unimpressed.

Avicia glanced at him, then to the obviously fuming employee, before heaving a sigh. They were expecting her to stand behind what she said. Disappearing into the racks, she sifted through some merchandise, before returning with a few items in tow.

"I don't know if any of these will fit you," she lied. She had overheard, in a subconscious way, his general sizing. Not that she was curious in the slightest. Oh no. "But here."

He raised his eyebrows at the chosen pieces, picking a few up and eyeing them critically, before turning back to the dressing rooms. Avicia thought, before he spun, she caught a slight smile twitching at the corners of his lips. She didn't dwell on it, though. He'd probably dislike her taste. Ignoring a sense of displeasure at that thought, she flopped back into the chair she previously resided in.

Avicia ignored the salesperson as they tried to mask their annoyance by irately straightening up a display. For her part, Avicia did the same by scrolling through her phone. It wasn't long until Kahdreg re-emerged, again.

Some alert part of her looked up, hearing his footfalls shuffle from the dressing rooms. It certainly wasn't eagerness at his reappearance, surely. Her gaze flicked up and down his body, impressed with herself as she rose from the chair. This time, the look certainly hit with a buzz.

Trading in the grey vest for a light soft yellow one, with a slight texture to the fabric, produced a bit more of a pop. Though, the double-breasted buttons seemed to pull the fabric snug, as it cinched much tighter at his waist than the last one. Which showed off the width of his broad shoulders and chest. Avicia certainly wasn't complaining at the sight.

The little splash of color certainly set off the rest of his look, which consisted of the same crisp black jacket. However, Avicia put it on herself to bring him some tighter slacks... for reasons. Again, she wasn't complaining as he turned, showing how the fabric clung to his thighs. Among other parts.