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From: Sir Vasilli Gorovich
Cebha’s eyes were wide with eagerness and awe as she walks down the street. Her small hand clings to Vasilli’s strong arm. The street filled with wild and some times frightening sights. Her shoulder slams in to the arm of a huge black man wearing a leather jacket studded with spikes. He pauses momentarily looking at the small woman, his brow furrowed as he struggles with some unseen force. “P-Please forgivvvve mmmme” the mountanous man stutters in a thin soprano voice. Her look of fear subsides as she smiles graciously at the monstrously huge man. “No. It was my fault it should be me apologizing for bumping in to you sir. It was just that my eyes were so full watching the sights I did not see the sights...” The big man giggles then nods to them both. She turns and looks up at Vasilli saying, “wow he was nice. I thought he would rip my head off.”
Vasilli smiles as he says, “yes ‘tis that he was very courteous.” He points to a shop a cross the street. The outer walls of the shop are decorated with unicorns dancing on a rainbow while dragons sore over the sign Goth cycles. “‘Tis a wondrous shop for shirts and pants. I doth think that thine size should be found in yonder establishment. They doth wondrous job on their clothing.”
She smiles as they both cross the street hastily, narrowly avoiding the onrushing cars. Stepping up on the curb they pause to let a group of brightly dressed glam-rockers. One of the rockers nods to Vasilli slightly as he looks at Cebha as if approving of the prey. He smiles shaking his head as he passes the group. He pushes open the door, from somewhere a dark fugue playas a haunting melody. Eyes wide with wonder and awe, she steps in to the dark shop. Her steps muffled by thick black carpeting. From behind the desk a pail white face looks up as the two enter. Her dark rimed eyes follow Cebha, as she rushes over to a dress with a squeal of delight. The dress was red with a light black mesh that makes it seem to flow covered with black lace dragons. Cebha’s delicate fingers caress the lace patterns, as her eyes scan the room. The cashier motions with black and red painted nails to Vasilli. Quietly he glides over, like a white faced ghost.
“She looks to be a little young to be in here. She your kid?” the cashier says in a quiet hushed voice.
“Nyit moi good lady. ‘Tis that she is of age most assuredly so.” He says quietly as he watches the tiny young woman rush from one article of clothing to the next.
The cashier stairs at Vasilli intently. “How do you get your skin so pail? I mean it is just a shade or two lighter than a corpse. I have been trying for that look.” The gothic cashier says after scrutinizing Vasilli.
With a smile he says, “I have a riddle for that question.” He pause a moment to think, then says, “I live off the substance that drives all humanity yet require not the substances of humanity. I sleep as a corps and wake as a corps yet no corps am I. My life is stories of legend. I play with the mind yet control not a bit of the mind. Shadows are the garments I wear at night And times am more humane than human” Vasilli smirks as the cashiers face creases with puzzlement.
Cebha saunters up laying several black velveteen shirts mixed in with a few leather vests and bras. “Umm do you have a smaller version of that dress” she asks pointing over the red and black lace dress.
Shaking her head the Goth girl says, “well... lets see.” She looks Cebha over for a moment as she walks out from behind the counter. “It looks like we have it in your bust and waist size but I don’t know about if it will fit you in length. Let’s see.” The gothling says as she pulls out a dress out of the rack. Holding it she moshens to the dressing room. Cebha follows her in to the dressing room.
The room is clean and warm a bench with covered leather perches along one wall while mirror's line the rest. The cashier closes the door and slides the curtain across the entrance. “Well let’s get those horrid cloths off you. Were did you get these the Gap?” she says as she shudders.
“You are going to be in here to?” she asked slightly alarmed.
“Yes it is part store policy and part that I kneed to measure you if you are going to be a regular.” She says with a sly grin.
“Well ok.” Cebha says shyly as she turns away to hide a gleam in her eyes. Quickly she reaches down tugging her shirt out. Slowly she peels the shirt over her head revealing her soft white skin. She neatly straitens her shirt then lays it on the leather bench. Then her fingers fumble with the buttons on her pants for a moment. They slide slowly to the floor. She pulls her danity little feet out of the legs. Quietly she turns facing the cashier. The cashier smiles as a little bit of lust and envy shine in her eyes. “Would you like me to but on the dress now or would you like to measure me now” Cebha says as she smiles seeing the woman’s reaction.
“Umm... I guess measurement first then try on the dress.” The woman says her voice soft with reverence. Her hands slide in to her dress as she grabs the tailors measure. She unrolls the tape as Cebha raises her arms. Trembling with excitement the woman encircles Cebha’s chest with the tape measure pulling it snug to her side. “27” she says as she writes the measurement on a note pad. Then placing the tape measures around her waist and hips, she says “15... and 19” she scribbles the measurement on the pad. She squats bringing the tip of the tape up to Cebha's exposed groin she say “20 and were so you like your pants to hang? your waist or your hips?” “Waist please” Cebha says shivering. Noticing her shivering the woman quickly measures the outer seam saying “25 and from your waist to your underarm... 23. My you are practically all leg. Now arm length is... 28 and shoulder with is 10. Well you can dress now.” She steps back scribbling down her measurements. Slowly Cebha pulls on the dress, the cool smooth red satin exciting her nude body. She smiles knowing what this must be doing to the poor Goth woman. She zips up the back of the dress then ties the front around her neck. Cebha turn to the woman and says “so what do you think?”
“Well... you don’t want to know what I am really thinking but you do look lovely in it but like I said it is longer than you are. How tall are you?” the woman says admiring Cebha’s beauty in the mirror.
“With my current shoes 5’1” but barefooted I stand 4’10”. So it is a little hard to find cloths that fit and look good sense I have to go to the children’s section most of the time.” She says as she looks in the mirrors.
“Well there is the problem,” the woman says.
“Huh? Where is the problem?”
“Why the shoes of course. Even your beau knows the value of the all powerful platforms.” The woman says chuckling.
“The problem is finding them in my size. I don’t think that there is many out there with a size 1 woman’s boot or a size 3 woman’s shoe” she says with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Well I think we have a 6 inch in size 3. Come I will show you” the woman says pulling open the curtain and sending open the door.
Quickly Cebha gathers her shirt and pants, and shuffled out in to the lobby.
“Bolshoy moi ‘tis a goddess.” Vasilli says as Cebha exits the dressing room. Smiling he walks over there taking her clothes from her so that she can pull the dress up [to walk. She follows the cashier to the shoe rack as he returns to the counter. Quietly he watches her smile as the cashier shoes her a black smeg pump. She slides the shoe on and balances on that foot, letting the dress fall to just under the toe of the shoe. “I’ll take them,” she practically shouts with glee.
The cashier pulls out a box and hand her the other shoe. Then takes the box to the counter. “So is this it for tonight?” she asks as she looks up at Vasilli.
Vasilli looks at Cebha who nods with delight. “‘Tis that it is milady.”
The cashier watches Vasilli and Cebha leave thinking :::What a body that girl has. I think I need a cigarette. I can't wait till I tell my boyfriend about this. ::: "now how did that riddle go?"