Jing Yi does notice that, but doesn't move away. "As protective clothing, sometimes, but not for fashion."

"In the digital age we wear it for fashion. To-- dress like a slut."

(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

Jing Yi's general conversational strategy is 'wildly 'yes-and' until you achieve your goals or something else happens' and he certainly can say at least one of those things is happening. Don't ask which one.

"To-- to show you're available." There is an audible swallow. "We have clothes like that, too."

fuckfuckfuckfuckaaaaaaaa

"Do you have them? I guess-- maybe not for men--"

"They're mostly for women, but--" ... "I could show you."

Technically he only has the clothes of a courtesan and not a catamite, but there's no reason to clear up that ambiguity. Yes and, baby!

"That would be. Nice."

Jing Yi very rapidly stands up. "Okay, you're going to have to go hold the door--"

Hold the door hold the door stop worrying that this is public indecency which is going to get him kicked out of milliways

Jing Yi returns with an armful of jewellery and some clothes that look very gauzy.

"Give me a minute--" and now it's Jing Yi's turn to dive into the bathroom.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is the most terrifyingly sexy thing that has ever happened to her

Jing Yi emerges emerges also wearing makeup and several dangly gold hair pieces. The dress technically covers most of his skin and in theory is layered to make it extra modest, but the fabric is shear enough that it's really pushing that 'technically'. There's a half veil, too, shear enough one can still see his smile but obscuring enough to give it a bit of a mystique.

And he owns this for 100% work related reasons and nothing else.

"Tada!" He does a spin. "It twirls."

"Oh, you look beautiful."

And now it's Jing Yi's turn to not quite know what to do with compliments. "Thank you."

"I have no idea how to do this or if there's even a-- this-- we're doing-- I don't--"

Sitting on the bed seems like a good next move? Probably? "Do what feels natural? --no, that's too cheesy, even for me."

"Back at home there's a thing you can get on your phone that matches you with men who want to have sex with you and then they come over and fuck you without much, like, talking really being involved. And you know what they're there for."

"...that sounds so convenient."

"It really is but I'm not good at this part! I just take their pants off when they come over!"

"There's not necessarily a whole lot of talking, but there often is a whole lot of improvising poetry about the Moon while pretending that's what you're really here for, while drunk.Your thing would be so much easier!"

Does scooching closer on the bed help?

"I would be bad at that! I can't write poetry sober! --When we get drunk it's mostly so we can blame the alcohol for doing what we wanted to do anyway."

Scooching closer is good. Maybe he can have Leia's head on his shoulder.

"Oh, we do that too."

Heads on shoulders are very good. How about an arm around a waist?

That's very nice. 

He thinks he should do an obligatory protest, so he says, "I'm still not attracted to men."

"We can work around that." Someone's protesting a bit much.

...Maybe Leia can kiss his cheek.

She can do that! That would be very much welcomed!