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Christa loves to kiss your cheeks and hands. She’s waiting outside the room, chuckling to herself at your tiny struggles and holding the bundle of clothes to her chest. To be frank she was not one to judge fashion or style, however once her gaze landed on your messy tousled figure does she decide to comment her thoughts. Even you join in for the laughter, and she’s wondering if a break should be fixed and they move on to the checkout. Opposite to her recollection of other options and showing no signs of exhaustion—you’re eager to pay and leave. For now she respected your admittance as her model, and heat rushes to where she kissed you, swift but oddly pleasing to receive. You could positively conclude that this isn’t the last time you’d accompany her to this store, the experience is too hilarious to pass up. It’s a day like this where she can be bold, thrilling, and climb upwards with strength.