If a dragon could look embarrassed by a question like that, Philomel did now, her head reading up off the sand and a musical jingle traveling the long length of her body. "Er," she said, looking down at him.
Then she realized how patently ridiculous it was to be embarrassed in a situation like this. After all, it wasn't his fault he was stuck that way, and given the, ah, magnitude of his assets, it would be vital information. Certainly she could be professional about helping about a friend. "It's, ah, an article of clothing designed for...support. Sort of two cups and a band, and shoulder straps, generally."
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Date: 2008-10-08 03:53 pm (UTC)Then she realized how patently ridiculous it was to be embarrassed in a situation like this. After all, it wasn't his fault he was stuck that way, and given the, ah, magnitude of his assets, it would be vital information. Certainly she could be professional about helping about a friend. "It's, ah, an article of clothing designed for...support. Sort of two cups and a band, and shoulder straps, generally."