That Lucinda werewolf would surely
report
to Victoria now. People like her are only
pliable
when in reach.
But that problem was for later.
The ’boutique’ attached to Crystalline Spa was bright and airy.
Recessed lighting
that shone down and highlighted the clothing rather than
overwhelming
it.
Nothing like the royal tailors’ chamber with its tall windows, rows of cloth spools, and silk-draped mannequins
custom carved
to our general shapes. But it’s probably impressive by this world’s
commercial
standards.
At least seems a lot
higher end
than the
few
shops Helene went in when she was young.
"We specialize in items that work well from the spa to your everyday life. Pieces that show off shoulders and legs are especially popular."
The racks of clothing were organized by
color tones
rather than style. Soft neutrals on one end gave way to deeper
jewel tones
.
As far as I can tell without feeling them, the fabrics
looked
decent enough in make. Though nothing as intricate as the
hand-embroidered silks
I once wore.
> The crimson skirt over there looks rather nice, actually. Your magic may have helped her regenerate, but it doesn’t stop the discomfort and strain of excessive weight. What a loss... I suppose even if I do not care, others might. It could also be used against me in this world. How troublesome. No, I should only buy what I need and can carry. <
A bark that I can’t
really
tell what means
echoes
loud in my head.
How can it agree that I should hold back and also think she wouldn’t mind if I was
selfish
?
"You should just tell me not to ’go crazy’ and leave it at that, stupid wolf. Don’t *tempt* me..."
My
mutters
just cause more
know-it-all barking
that I tune out.