"Lexus.... I need your help. I need you to help me dress for a party." Artair puts his hands together in an almost pleading gesture. "The dress code is just to look good and I don't know how to do that. Help?"
Lexus smiles, a warm look accentuated by an almost practiced little raise of his brows. "Oh, Angel, I'm flattered that you would come to me about this. Of course I'll help, my dearest." His cold hands reach and cup around Artair's pleading own in a gentle grasp.
"You look downright stunning no matter what you are or aren't wearing, don't sell yourself so short. But I understand the desire to look exceptional-- even if it is difficult to enhance perfection." He chuckles softly, one of his hands placing tenderly over where his heart would be in an empathetic gesture. "Is there any particular style you would be interested in?"