Like a woman who
really had planned for my return
... she pulled several hangers from the racks as we walked, creating a
collection
of things draped over her arm that made it pretty clear I was about to be used as a ’dress up doll’.
There was an energy about her similar to the royal tailor. After the spider got ahold of me
back when I was a two and a half year old fox
and I’d learned to take a human form. He was rather overly delighted to make things for a shifter that took on a teenager’s body...
> A lot more than he ever was making clothes for the adults - ugh, damnit, Helene. Your world has me thinking weird things about his *preferences* now. She’s playing up to my vanity. It’s working. Ugh. Don’t you start gekkering at me you stupid wolf! Why is this woman so... brutal? Can I not even have a minute here? Yes, she’s hot. And strong. And far too nice to me. That’s why... She still smells awful to me, though. <
"Shopping here again, I see. You certainly seem to be making yourself at home in our territory."