[Allison is well aware she's just scored a little victory, but Lydia is her best friend. She's being huffy and she's compromising...and she's seen Lydia do frumpy before. Granted, it was just her and Allison...]
Okay...[She peers at Lydia through narrowed eyes, folding her arms with a tilt of her head.] You can wear a black tank top. Or a camisole, like the ones you wear under your sheer blouses? [Those are lacy and fitted...and the last time Allison saw Lydia changing on one, offered a modest, but blatant view of her cleavage.
BFF Spam!
Okay...[She peers at Lydia through narrowed eyes, folding her arms with a tilt of her head.] You can wear a black tank top. Or a camisole, like the ones you wear under your sheer blouses? [Those are lacy and fitted...and the last time Allison saw Lydia changing on one, offered a modest, but blatant view of her cleavage.
She's working on a hunch here...]