and he mentioned, “She also needs appropriate exercise gear.”
“Like, our kind of appropriate?”
“Correct. If she is going to learn Rrassic combat moves, she should be dressed appropriately.”
The Nool gave her a surprised look. “Very well. I will be right back. A few of the Breeders wanted to try, but they couldn’t get an instructor, so I have the clothing in stock.”
Lianne picked through the offerings and found a few she would like to try on. “Can I try these?”
“Certainly. The change area is just over there.”
She took the pile of clothing over to the change room, and she winced when she saw the dark colouration of her contact with the floor. By the end of the day, she was going to look like a peacock had been mashed into her.
Lianne was in love with the first shirt she put on. It wrapped her torso with a striking blue fabric that was gorgeously soft and had open sleeves that hung from the shoulder with an open lower seam.
She was taking the shirt. The others were pretty and she enjoyed them as well, but the one she had on was the one she wanted to take home.
The tights were nice, snug and a heavier fabric than the ones she had on.
She ran through the selections and wore the new tunic and tights with her old clothing rolled into a bundle.
The shop keep smiled and took her selections from her and looked at what she was wearing. “Good choice. It is very flattering and will not affect the wound treatments on your arms.”
Lianne looked over at where Sorrok was leaning against the counter, and she grimaced. “Squealer.”
Sorrok laughed, and the expression transformed his predatory features into something that she found hypnotic.
She shook her head and blinked, turning back to the Nool. “Right. Well, this will do for today, please.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
He packaged her shredded clothing into a bundle and handed them to Sorrok.
“Wait, why are you taking the shreddies?” She frowned.
“They are proof of the assault and injury to you. That will increase their sentencing.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Your medical records are already being sent to the judiciary.”
“Did you do that while I was changing?”
“No, as a Breeder, everything you do is sent back to the overlord and run through his office the moment that it happens. The information is key to your health and wellbeing.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds a little stalkery.”
He shrugged. “I am a Hunter. Stalking is what I do.”
She snorted. “That isn’t creepy at all.”
The Nool said, “Where can I send the rest of the clothing?”
Lianne paused. “That is a good question. Currently, my apartment is missing a door.”
Sorrok shook his head. “Send them to the Breeder administration office with the name Lianne Whelling.”
She extended her wrist over the pay plate.
The Nool put his hand under hers and kept her from swiping. “Clothing is free for Breeders.”
Lianne blinked. “What?”
“All of your clothing is covered by the Rrassic government, as is your room and board.”
Lianne nodded slowly. “Right. So, I will be a kept woman.”
Sorrok gave her a cautious look. “You will still have your work.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose. I guess I am going to have to take up an expensive hobby.”
Sorrok looked relieved, and the Nool handed him a separate parcel. “Here you are. It is adjustable, so it should fit.”
Sorrok nodded and took the parcel.
“What is that?”
“I will show you at the gym. If you are going to learn to fight like a Rrassic, you should dress like one.”
Sorrok took her hand and led her out of the shop, while Lianne was wondering what the hell was in that parcel.
Her stomach was rumbling. Sorrok stowed the parcels in his bike before turning to her.
“So, what would you like to eat?”
She made a face. “Whatever is close. I missed breakfast.”
He laughed. “Right. Apologies for the actions this morning.”
“I am not blaming. You
“Like, our kind of appropriate?”
“Correct. If she is going to learn Rrassic combat moves, she should be dressed appropriately.”
The Nool gave her a surprised look. “Very well. I will be right back. A few of the Breeders wanted to try, but they couldn’t get an instructor, so I have the clothing in stock.”
Lianne picked through the offerings and found a few she would like to try on. “Can I try these?”
“Certainly. The change area is just over there.”
She took the pile of clothing over to the change room, and she winced when she saw the dark colouration of her contact with the floor. By the end of the day, she was going to look like a peacock had been mashed into her.
Lianne was in love with the first shirt she put on. It wrapped her torso with a striking blue fabric that was gorgeously soft and had open sleeves that hung from the shoulder with an open lower seam.
She was taking the shirt. The others were pretty and she enjoyed them as well, but the one she had on was the one she wanted to take home.
The tights were nice, snug and a heavier fabric than the ones she had on.
She ran through the selections and wore the new tunic and tights with her old clothing rolled into a bundle.
The shop keep smiled and took her selections from her and looked at what she was wearing. “Good choice. It is very flattering and will not affect the wound treatments on your arms.”
Lianne looked over at where Sorrok was leaning against the counter, and she grimaced. “Squealer.”
Sorrok laughed, and the expression transformed his predatory features into something that she found hypnotic.
She shook her head and blinked, turning back to the Nool. “Right. Well, this will do for today, please.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
He packaged her shredded clothing into a bundle and handed them to Sorrok.
“Wait, why are you taking the shreddies?” She frowned.
“They are proof of the assault and injury to you. That will increase their sentencing.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Your medical records are already being sent to the judiciary.”
“Did you do that while I was changing?”
“No, as a Breeder, everything you do is sent back to the overlord and run through his office the moment that it happens. The information is key to your health and wellbeing.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds a little stalkery.”
He shrugged. “I am a Hunter. Stalking is what I do.”
She snorted. “That isn’t creepy at all.”
The Nool said, “Where can I send the rest of the clothing?”
Lianne paused. “That is a good question. Currently, my apartment is missing a door.”
Sorrok shook his head. “Send them to the Breeder administration office with the name Lianne Whelling.”
She extended her wrist over the pay plate.
The Nool put his hand under hers and kept her from swiping. “Clothing is free for Breeders.”
Lianne blinked. “What?”
“All of your clothing is covered by the Rrassic government, as is your room and board.”
Lianne nodded slowly. “Right. So, I will be a kept woman.”
Sorrok gave her a cautious look. “You will still have your work.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose. I guess I am going to have to take up an expensive hobby.”
Sorrok looked relieved, and the Nool handed him a separate parcel. “Here you are. It is adjustable, so it should fit.”
Sorrok nodded and took the parcel.
“What is that?”
“I will show you at the gym. If you are going to learn to fight like a Rrassic, you should dress like one.”
Sorrok took her hand and led her out of the shop, while Lianne was wondering what the hell was in that parcel.
Her stomach was rumbling. Sorrok stowed the parcels in his bike before turning to her.
“So, what would you like to eat?”
She made a face. “Whatever is close. I missed breakfast.”
He laughed. “Right. Apologies for the actions this morning.”
“I am not blaming. You
Similar Books
