Dragon VIP_Malachite by Starla Night

Author:Starla Night [Night, Starla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Amber dragged Cheryl through the stuffy, dim warehouse, which comprised two lower floors of the office building, like an eager girlfriend going on a shopping expedition.

Cheryl hated shopping.

But she was starting to like Amber. The quiet female dragon wasn’t scary so much as she was shy like Cheryl and reserved her words for important observations rather than meaningless chatter.

The warehouse was laid out like a confused department store. The old, rejected prototypes remained as though on display, pinned to lint-dotted boards or hung on dusty mannequins.

“I go through them occasionally.” Amber stroked a little black dress with buckles up the slit sides. “Some of my favorites did not make the final cut.”

“You’d look great in that,” Cheryl said. Amber was petite and slender, and the little black dress would hang on her like a fashion model. “I’d look terrible.”

“That’s why it’s still in the warehouse.” Amber put it away like a regretful impulse purchase, something she loved but knew she’d never have a chance to wear. “In human form, I’m small. Most dragon females are your size or larger. We must choose a product that looks attractive on your body.”

Oh. “I thought you wanted to launch a popular outfit.”

“It is our mission,” Amber said firmly, not appearing to realize the two wishes were opposite.

They passed row after row of outfits. Togas, kimonos, ponchos, dresses. Maybe Cheryl would look great in them. Maybe they’d all look terrible. Fabrics blurred as they moved from one cubicle to another, and Amber held up each item reverently, as enthusiastic about this item as she was fifty items ago. She was built for this.

After ten minutes, Cheryl wanted to rip her own eyeballs out.

“How do you feel about this?” Amber placed a maxi tube dress against Cheryl’s chest. “It will show off ample curves.”

“Ugh.”

“So, no.” Amber put it back, selected a sausage-tight mermaid sheath, and held the neon green sequins up to Cheryl’s face. “How do you feel about this?”

God, please make the torture stop.

Cheryl rejected it with a head shake and forestalled Amber before she tried anything else on the too-tight-too-loud nightclub rack. “The only clothes I like is what I’m already wearing. So why do you keep asking how I feel?”

“Because we have already sold many outfits that give dragons the feeling of comfort.” Amber moved to the next rack. “I think we should move boldly and select outfits that give a different feeling.”

“Like discomfort?” Cheryl touched slinky leather pants.

“If it causes a stronger feeling, then yes. Even discomfort can be powerful.”

They stalked the aisles and the stuffiness of the costumes got to Cheryl again. “I’m supposed to meet someone.” She was supposed to be outside, breathing freely in the parking lot, and signing a print for the mysterious DragonLord C.

“Pick an attractive outfit first.”

Gah.

There were a million other things she’d rather be doing right now. Including working on her portfolio so she could knock the socks off employers and get a passing grade—and maybe an offer of permanent employment.

But Amber was certain Cheryl needed to choose.

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