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. <
"So tell me, what's the occasion? Planning a night out and need a new outfit?"
"Actually… I am meeting someone late tonight."
"That sounds promising. Anyone special?"
