"What do you think of this?" she asked. I spun in my chair, turning to face her, to appraise her.

I looked her over from top to bottom. She had replaced her pink top with a black one, a little less snug over big tits, but still very flattering, nonetheless. She replaced her grey skirt with a light, summery blue one, cut just over her knees in a diagonal slash. She looked very good.

"Eh..." I said, shrugging, acting like I wasn't impressed. "Do you want to wear black on a day like this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, and stomped away. "Sorry!" I called out.

"Yeah, you're right,"...