"Why do you ask?"
I shrugged. "I need to attract his attention tonight. Can't hurt to stack the deck in my favor. "
Roslyn wrote down another measurement on her clipboard.
"Have you ever seen Tobias Dawson?"
"Once. "
"Then you know about his cowboy fetish," Roslyn said.
"You mean the cheesy snakeskin boots and the hat that's almost as tall as he is?"
The vampire nodded. "Dawson not only dresses like a cowboy, but he acts like one too - especially in bed. He likes Texas beauty queens. Big blond hair, big blue eyes, big tits, tight asses, lots of makeup. Of which the only thing you currently have is a tight ass. "
"Thanks," I said in a wry tone.
Roslyn raised her eyebrows. "Just pointing out the facts. You did come here for my professional opinion, after all. "
I nodded. "I did. "
"Dawson likes to take the lead. In keeping with the cowboy persona, he likes for a woman to catch his eye, and then he does his best to hog-tie her. "
"Literally or figuratively?"
Roslyn stared at me. "Both. One of my girls had rope burns for a week after paying him a visit. "
I filed the information away. "What else?"
"He also likes to wear chaps, a cowboy hat, and his boots when he fucks. "
"Sounds like a kinky bastard to me," Finn said.
The vampire walked over to a different rack of clothes than the one Finn had been rifling through. "Unfortunately, not as kinky as some I've seen and done. "
Roslyn flipped through the clothes for a moment before turning back to me. "I assume you'll want something with a little coverage to it. Where you can stash certain. . . supplies?"
Weapons, in other words. "Yeah. The more coverage the better. I like to be prepared. "
Roslyn nodded. "Any particular color you'd prefer?"
"Black. "
"Shocking," she muttered.
After a few minutes, Roslyn pulled a black pushup bra and a set of sheer matching panties off the rack. She handed them to me. "Put those on. "
I did as she asked. The garments fit perfectly, and the bra pushed my small breasts up to new, gravity-defying heights. Finn let out a whistle of appreciation. I drew my finger across my throat, showing him exactly what would happen if he didn't shut up. Finn just grinned at me.
Roslyn also plucked a black cocktail dress out of the mass of clothes and handed it to me. I slipped into the fabric. The dress was long-sleeved with a sweetheart neckline and bustier-like top. Thanks to the bra, my cleavage swelled on either side of the fabric. The skirt was a mass of black crinoline with tiny sequins sewn into it. The garment stopped just above my knees.
"How's that?" Roslyn asked.
I looked at myself in a mirror over one of the vanity tables. The sleeves were loose enough for me to carry my knives, and I could strap a couple more to my thighs underneath the billowing skirt. "Perfect. "
Roslyn nodded, like she'd expected nothing else, and sashayed over to one of the vanity tables. She handed me a box that read Contacts - Sky Blue, and a long, curly, blond wig with teased bangs. "With the wig, contacts, and enough makeup, you'll be Dawson's dream girl. I assume you can do your own makeup. "
"I think I can manage. "