“Well now miss Isobel, I do believe you are playing with fire in that outfit!”
“Oh am I?”
The salesgirl clearing her throat.
“Don’t you know when to leave?”
Radagast asks irritated. She gets upset and walks out of the room mumbling something about the fitting room not being rent a room. Radagast makes a mental note to tell Evete to fire this girl.
“Come here you little vixen! I need a closer look!”
He grabs Isobel around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
“Let see how easy it would be to take this off...”
She bursts out laughing.
“Wait! I still have loads to fit and show you!”
“No! I can’t wait! I want you... now... you can show me the others after.”
“Radagast!”
She bursts out laughing again.
“I can’t fit the others when I’m that wet!”
“UGH! Okay fine!”
He pretends that
