Diana pauses in her shopping for a moment to look over at the other woman.
Slowly, she turns her gaze down to the bra in her hand, back to the woman, then to all racks of delicately decorated soft cups before back to the woman again.
"I'm hoping you're not meaning the bras because otherwise I'm gonna have to ask why the hell you're even in here."
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Slowly, she turns her gaze down to the bra in her hand, back to the woman, then to all racks of delicately decorated soft cups before back to the woman again.
"I'm hoping you're not meaning the bras because otherwise I'm gonna have to ask why the hell you're even in here."