Tyranny browsed through section after section of black baby doll band tees and Her black leather pants squeaked as they bent to allow her to lower herself to her knees to get at the bottom shelf her hunting boots gleamed a bright silver on the metal showing steel toed boots, the rest of the boot was black leather simple and polished. Her top was a thin deep purple tank with a busty pirate with a foot possessively on a treasure chest, above that it said in curvy letters " Do it for the booty." She had a pair of chunky leather bracelets and a matching collar. They were simply studded and not spiked today. She grabbed another Goth metal band shirt and added it to her stack.

It was about that time that a pair of tall black boots came up beside her the laces black and red above the boots that stopped just below the knee and offered quit a bit of lift from the platforms, started a range of black and red stripes, the black and red strips went well up her thigh but still stopped short of the tiny skirt she had on, it was black and red plaid above that her midriff was bare for a foot and then was only covered in sheer black material for a few inches. Her chest was covered and supported by black leather wall at least it did for most of her breast, after the necessities were covered and then it picked back up in sheer. The woman's face held a particular gaze that might have mirrored her own, while looking for clothes; her lips were full and held a certain pout, while mingling with mischief in her eyes. She carried her self with a confidence that any girl would envy. Her black and red locks fell around her in a curtain of noir and crimson.

She stood slowly after her quick but thorough assessment, feigning that she hadn't noticed the gorgeous goth and Tyranny’s hand just so happened to brush her bare thigh ever so lightly. An embarrassed rose tinted her cheeks, just as she knew it would.

"Opps, I'd apologize, but you have very nice skin." with the brazen familiarity that some women attempt with complete strangers she slowly moved her palm to her bare thigh and pet it one more time. "What lotion do you use?"

It had been awhile since Syn had gone to the mall to shop. She missed trying on clothes and all the other pleasures shopping brought to her. The smells of the different stores as well as the aroma from the food court were always wonderful. With such thoughts and memories filling her head Syn gave in and headed off to indulge herself.

Once at the mall the dark goth girl made her way straight to one of her favorite goth clothing stores. She could hear the store's speakers pounding out a song by Ozzy Osborne. With a smile spreading over her lips Syn walked in to the store and began browsing around for anything that caught her eye.

A pair of black baggy pants was the first thing to grab Syn's attention. They had red stitching along with black lacing detail just bellow the front pockets with a red lace underlay, a pair of removable straps that attach from the waistband in back to a pair of silver colored metal rings in front. Naturally they would match Syn's wardrobe so she grabbed a pair and draped them over her left forearm. Next to the pants was a full length black skirt that had a zip-off lower portion and accessorized with two small chains on both sides. Holding it up she could see that once the lower part was zipped off it left the upper portion as a shorter skirt that stops about two inches above the knees. It was very cool and so it too joined the pair of pants on Syn's left arm.

Making her way over towards the band and novelty t-shirts she noticed another female was already in the isle. She was checking out some shirts on the lower shelves so Syn just stopped next to her while looking at some of the shirts displayed on the wall. That's when something completely unexpected occured. The other female stood up, but in doing so she brushed against Syn's thigh. Then she gave a compliment on Syn's skin before fully placing her palm on Syn's thigh once more and asking what lotion the dark girl uses.

At first Syn was taken off gaurd by all of this, but that was when she was able to look the other female over more throroughly. The girl was actually shorter than Syn by several inches, but part of that was due to the height difference in Syn's boots from the girl's. Looking her face over Syn noticed the green eyes and black hair and was immediately liking this new person more and more. "Thank you. I use lotions from Bath and Body Works." The girl was bold in her actions, but so was Syn as she traced her finger tips over the shorter female's collar bone. "I like your skin too."

~~"Thank you. I use lotions from Bath and Body Works." "I like your skin too."

The other girl started to play with her collar bone, so she felt more than welcome to take one more lingering brush of her thigh. a low “mmm.” Escaped Tyranny’s lips before she could stop her self as Syn’s manicured nails traced her bare collar bone.. “Oh, makes sense, I suppose it comes with having naturally nice skin too. I’m jealous of the ivory that you are maintaining; I can’t quite manage to get truly pale, so I don’t bother. I’m Tyranny; you can call me Tyr for short.” Her eyes wondered over the Oh, that is sexy, I hadn’t realized it zipped off into a mini skirt. Nice.”

She reluctantly removed her hand from her Syn’s thigh. “ You want to shop together? Always good to have a second opinion in the dressing rooms.” This girl was as forward as she was and that meant she needn’t bother with buttering her up, strait forward was the simplest and most effective approach. She turned and grabbed a couple of dark yet frilly skirts one had a wicked looking kitten the other had a skull and cross bone pattern that would have went great with the tank she had on. So seven shirts and two skirts. A bit of seduction could be fun. Just what she needed to spice up her thus far, uneventful day.

With the second and slightly longer lasting touch of her thigh Syn gave Tyr a smile. Hearing the soft mmm was nice too. "I'm glad you like my tone. I don't really do anything special though." Tyranny introduced herself and Syn replied. "I really like your name Tyr. You can call me Syn."

Looking around the store at a few more things that caught Syn's eye she thought about Tyr's offer. "I would love to shop together seeing as we seem to have very similar tastes." When Tyr moved off to grab some more garments Syn did the same. Grabbing a few tops, a couple corsets and a dress. "Let's play dress up." Giving Tyr a wink and a smile Syn made her way tot he fitting room. As she passed the check out counter the guy and the girl working the store gave a friendly smile. One they probably gave to every customer, but Syn responded with a kissing gesture. Once in the fitting room Syn hung up the clothing she had grabbed and waited for Tyr.

~~"I'm glad you like my tone. I don't really do anything special though." "I really like your name Tyr. You can call me Syn."

“Sin huh? I think we’re already pretty well acquainted then...” She winked back at the foxy Goth girl.

~~"I would love to shop together seeing as we seem to have very similar tastes." "Let's play dress up."

She got something off of a low shelf simply for the view it would present Syn, eyes looking up through lashes. “Sounds like a good time to me.” Glancing at what she had grabbed after the other turned and went to the room. A shirt that was all straps. Interesting, it looked like it was made for the modern day mummy, in of course a stylish black. She hoped up and went to the dressing, room and glanced at the pair that were whispering to each other at the counter. Their eyes widened a little bit, she did her best to look overly innocent. The guys mouth subconsciously opened a little she went into the dressing room and started to take off her shirt it got to the top of her ribs and the she let out a ditzy “opps.” And then closed the curtain laughing at the clear disappointment on the silly males face.

After introducing herself Tyr responded back, but Syn had a brief 'blonde' moment. It's very hard to tell when someone is talking about Syn the person as aposed to the seven sins. "What do you mean we're well acquainted?" Had this person seen Syn before, or maybe the other girl knew about Syn somehow.

Upon entering the fitting room Tyr started to pull off her shirt while the curtain was still open. This wouldn't have bothered Syn one way or the other, but it soon came apparant that the girl was messing with the guy behind the counter. "Nice." Syn pulled off her shirt and placed it on a hook. She then grabbed a red top that is part tank top and part corset. The front side looks liek a normal tank top but the back is laced up in black satin like a corset.

~~"What do you mean we're well acquainted?"

After a small smile and a moment of deciding on whether she would feign knowing her she admitted.“Oh, I was speaking about your namesake sweetheart.”

~~"Nice."

She let her lips part ever so slightly as she watched the other woman and finished taking her own shirt off.
“mhmmm.” Replying to something totally different than what the comment was made about. she unzipped the boots and peeled the leather pants off her legs standing only in her underwear, she then rummaged threw he things of what she wanted to put on casually, conveniently moving to give Syn a view of all the goods.

She then moved to get one of the tiny skirts she picked out after the fact that she’d be changing in front of Syn.

Tyr explained what she was reffering to and Syn felt a little embarrassed for not catching on. However, once she knew what the girl meant she felt much better. "I can tell you lean toward the sinful things in life." Syn shot a wink to Tyr as they started getting their clothing items arranged to be tried on.

Once Syn had the corset/tank top on and was checking how it fit she looked to see what Tyr might try on first. To her pleasure she was given a show as the other girl took her awesome boots off followed by her sexy pants. The view given to her was very, very nice indeed and once again there was no hesitation. "That's a good look for you." Her hand caressed Tyr's thigh and moved upwards before meeting with the girl's under garment. She only pulled her hand away when she noticed Tyr grabbing a cute skirt to try on.

Tyr held her skirt out to the side while Syn appreciated not just with her eyes but with a hand too… she briefly thought back to what all law as they were currently and what laws they would be breaking if it went further appreciative hands.

“Oh? Should I just stay in this then? I wouldn’t want to ruin the look.” she snatched the falling hand and placed it back at the edge of her lacy boy shorts that held black crossbones on a purple field, it went perfectly with her shirt.

She tossed in randomly “ I like, no I love your eyes.” Her green eyes contrasted with her pale skin and her black and red so vividly when framed in the black of her eyeliner and mascara they were perfect.

Her hand was grasped before it could return to her side. To Syn's joy Tyr wasn't done letting the dark girl get a feel of soft skin. In response Syn gave a firm squeeze followed by a brushing over of Tyr's boy shorts. "While I do like this look on you I think it would be fun to see you in other things. Maybe even out of everything later."

Giving a playful pat on Tyr's rear Syn smiled and waited to see her shopping partner in one of the outfits. This was turing out to be the best shopping trip ever. They were definitely a pair that could have fun and cause touble all at once.

~~"While I do like this look on you I think it would be fun to see you in other things. Maybe even out of everything later."

“How would a girl turn down a request like that?” Tyr reached around the back of Syn and un zipped the tiny zipper that kept the little ring of fabric in place. “opps.” Tyr said as if she were sorry, when the cloth fail to the ground leaving Syn in tall boots, stalkings, and a corset tank top, and panties. “ Now that is a good look.” Tyr allowed her hands to roam around Syn freely, Her nails dragging slightly here or there. Abruptly she pulled away. “Which one did you like?”

She wiggles into a small black skirt with an angry cat on it and a shirt with a bowl of milk. Above the milk it said. “Here, Kitty kitty.” As if the cat then invoked her need to stretch, she reached for the sky again causing the baby doll tee to show her midriff.

A sly move by Tyr and Syn was instantly short of less item of clothing. The girls hands felt good on Syn's skin when ever they made contact. Her nails dragging across Syn's flesh had a pretty nice feeling to it as well.

Looking down at the cloth laying at her feet then back up to the other vixen Syn smiled. "Nice to know that neither of us are disappointing to the other's view." Syn steps closer to Tyr when the girl reaches up. Grabbing hold of the shirt Syn pulls it up and off of Tyr. While pulling the shirt up over Tyr's head and arms Syn grabs hold of Tyr's wrists and holds them up over the girl's head. She then pushes Tyr back against one of the walls in the dressing room and presses herself against her new playmate and kisses her.

((Tyranny’s adaptation will be having some odd things happen with it long term wise, bear with me, as I am just building up some story that will eventually come to fruition.))

Her adaptation shut down Syn’s abilities and had been doing so for sometime now, not that Syn had bothered to check and on a molecular level her body observed the power that it was restraining, looking for compatibility and failing. The current x-gene in proximity would simply remain nullified while in her presence. Tyranny wasn’t conscious yet of what exactly was going on nor would she be for sometime. She didn’t know that Syn was a Mutant and certainly didn’t know her involvement with the tragic events of her parents past.

~~"Nice to know that neither of us are disappointing to the other's view.”

Well, she only had it on for a moment but she liked that cat shirt and it certainly did its job of calling the Kitten across from her. Syn looked good enough that Tyranny wanted them to been in a bit more private place…at least something with a latch instead of a curtain…but oh well.

“Nice to know” and her mouth was occupied with Syn’s, Luscious lips caressing and devouring full lips, Syn’s height caused her to tower over Tyranny, typically she would have fought for dominance but why ruin a perfectly good wrist hold and having her back pressed up against a wall. Pink tongue wrestling with pink tongue. Tyranny’s hands were captured but she wanted Syn closer so she gripped Syn’s bottom lip with her teeth and backed away until Syn closed what little gap was left between them. Her mouth then found its way to the flesh at Syn’s Collar bone. The thrill of what they were doing and where they were doing it and with a stranger had Tyranny more than interested. Her breath became a bit heavy as her lips found pale flesh over and over.

((OOC: Shall we hint that things got more passionate and move along?))