Wanda and Adrienne - Monday evening

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Wanda comes to Adrienne's office for clothes and the two bond over designer fashion in the Closet.


Wanda paused outside of the building. The address was correct and it
certainly looked the part. Soon enough, she was being whisked inside
the building by smiling assistants. Outside, it had been all chrome and glass but on the inside it reflected white tones with black here and there. A Frost, Wanda thought to herself with a half-smile, is a Frost, after all. It all looked very important and severe; she wondered how it reflected in
their lines.

Soon enough, she found herself being ushered into Adrienne Frost's office.

Since it was late in the evening, and Fashion Week, and Presidents Day, the size of the office workforce wasn't as intimidating as Adrienne would have liked, but she reminded herself she didn't have to intimidate Wanda with the
place appearing busy and important. Still, Wanda worked to some degree
with Emma and that fact made Adrienne nervous, though she didn't show
it when she rose smoothly from behind her desk to accept Wanda from
Inez's custody and offer a hand to the attractive, albeit thin,
brunette. "Adrienne Frost. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Maximoff.
Amanda's spoken of you- very favourably- to me before."

Despite some of the exhaustion that seemed to just linger around her,
Wanda's handshake was firm. "Please, call me Wanda. After all, you
seem to be on the verge of doing me a rather large favor." It wasn't
as if she couldn't afford to buy new clothes until she regained the
weight that the connection with Monona had zapped off her body; but
there was a part of her that remembered the days of going without or
stealing to make ends meet. It was hard to put away a life time of
habits. "And Amanda has spoken highly of you as well. I find she has
rather good taste in the company she keeps."


The cool demeanor vanished and Adrienne beamed at Wanda for the
compliment before schooling her features back into something more
professional. "I'm quite happy to do a favour for a woman with obvious
fashion sense," she smiled, gesturing towards Wanda's shoes. "If it
wasn't for Morgan and Amanda, I'd think it was mandatory for
Trenchcoats to have a love for amazing shoes."

At that, Wanda laughed. "Amanda loves many things but shoes do not
rank very high among them. I'll probably be made more aware of
Morgan's shoe sense as time goes on but I suppose one cannot be
completely perfect." She was quite impressed with Morgan - fond was
not an accurate description but the woman had proved her mettle along
side of Wanda in the field. And anyone who'd helped during that last
Africa mess earned a soft spot with her. "I'm not accustomed to
accepting complete favors - you'll have to let me bully my way into
buying you an appropriately decadent dinner once we are done."


"Morgan has no shoe sense," Adrienne informed Wanda gravely, as if
speaking of a death in the family, leading the woman out of her
office. "I don't believe she's a fan of shopping or fashion in
general, actually. It's a tragic flaw in her perfection, really." With
an easy smile she ushered the other woman into to the elevator, using
a keycard to stop it a couple floors below where her office was
located. "A bribe of dinner is certainly unnecessary, but very much
appreciated," she answered with a nod, heels clicking on the polished
marble tile briskly as she led Wanda down a corridor to what was
referred to as the Closet, the wardrobe department that outfitted the
models. Clothing was everywhere, the entire room comprised of
racks and aisles of racks, closets and shelves of gowns, cocktail
dresses, suits, casual attire, entertaining attire, clubwear, shoes,
and accessories. At the moment, it was deserted. Stepping inside the
door and presenting it to Wanda with a flourish, Adrienne grinned.
"Welcome to my Garden of Eden."

Whatever Wanda had been going to say fell to the back of her mind at
the sight of this 'Garden of Eden' of Adrienne's. "This is glorious,"
she responded with awe as she stepped further in, clasping her hands
in front of her. "Add in easy access to food and drink and I just
might move in here. These are gorgeous!" While not everything
was to her style and taste, it was obvious that the clothes were well
made and thoughtfully made as well. It was a fashion and clothes
lover's dream come true.


"This way," Adrienne suggested, leading Wanda by the hand excitedly.
"I'm not sure what types of attire you're looking for, but if it's
suits you seem like you'd appreciate Armani." She flung open a closet
to reveal some immaculately-kept Armani business suits. "Or, if it's
something more fun, we just finished an evening wear shoot for
Cavalli. The stuff's over here." She strode over to a few racks that
hadn't been put away in closets yet. Wanda seemed like a Cavalli girl,
or maybe David Meister... "And where's my David Meister...?"

"If I marry you, would I get to play in here forever?" Wanda asked,
eyes round with astonishment. "I always believe that a girl needs to
play as hard as she works - ooh, David Meister. Those are magical
words, you know. If I were anyone else, I might be speechless but
right now it is hard to be." She clapped her hands together and
squealed for a moment as if she were a younger girl and not a well put
together woman.


Adrienne giggled at the squeal and left Wanda with the Armani as she
strode off in search of the missing Meisters she knew were in the
Closet somewhere. "I'll put it in the prenup, darling," she smirked.
"Ah, here they are." She emerged from one of the many walk-in closets,
pointing with a thumb back over her shoulder. "Help yourself to
anything. But, if the clothes have you proposing marriage, I don't
think I want to introduce you to the Jimmy Choo slingbacks on that
wall over there, or the Ferragamos." She didn't particularly want
Wanda having an orgasm all over the shoes.


"Give me a changing room and start the procession - after that, I
would sign anything you put in front of me, even if that prenup called
for a limb or two."

~~
With a heart felt groan, Wanda slumped into a nearby chair. Very much

like the rest of the place, it was modern looking but surprisingly
comfortable considering the design. She and Adrienne had clearly
gotten into the spirit of things and she'd spent the last hour trying
on various designer clothes and playing runway. "I think this tired
me out almost as much as my job does," she laughed.


"Well, as you said, a girl needs to play as hard as she works,"
Adrienne answered with her own chuckle. It had been a long time since
she'd enjoyed herself this much where video games and alcohol weren't
involved. "It's a lot more fun than taking your old clothes to the
tailor's, anyway." She didn't ask the reason for Wanda's recent weight
loss, feeling that it was too personal a topic for their first
encounter. "Anything else catch your eye? Shoes? Handbags? Or shall we
call it quits and find ourselves a drink somewhere?"

"If I say yes to everything, would you honor it?" Wanda rubbed her
cheeks with both hands as she forced her body upright. "A drink would
be nice. I have not experienced something like that in a long time
and I think I need to reinstate my normal world back on it. Wine
would be perfect right about now." She looked at Adrienne hopefully,
as if she half expected to find a wine rack lurking behind the
Cavalli's.


"I have a bottle in my office," Adrienne replied with a smile.
"Leftovers from the holidays." She pulled a pair of white Ferragamo
Melodia Karung T-straps off a rack and tried one on. "I would say yes
to you taking everything, but then there'd be nothing left for myself,
so you see my dilemma."


Wanda had lost her shoes moments after they'd started pulling things
off of the racks - she started to fish around for them, poking and
shifting things out of her way. "I knew I was growing fond of you,"
she responded, voice slightly muffled before she popped up
triumphantly with her shoes in one hand. "Wine in your office and I
can order something in. Trying on clothes makes me hungry." A good
sign.