"I don't know," David said."I don't know," David said. "I don't think that's really quite your style. Go with something silly." "Perhaps a faux hoop skirt would do the trick?" the shopkeeper asked, holding out something from one of the racks. "I am afraid that fashions for Skunks are not something we are readily equipped to deal with." "How about that?" Denni asked, pointing to a solid silk arrangement "Oh, Madame, I am sure you would be beautiful in that." "Let me see what I would look like with it on." The image surrounding her shifted, and instantly she was wearing the dress she had pointed out. She reached up and 'adjusted' the veil until it was over her eyes. "I don't think these were made with muzzles in mind." "We can shorten it until it just covers the eyes," the shopkeeper added. "Muzzles, at least, we are familiar with. It is your build and coloration we find unique. Viola'!" Denni looked at herself in the mirror. Although the head covering did tend to detract from the overall view, when she pushed the veil back she had to admit that the dress did indeed make her look very pretty. "I think we'll take this one." "Very well, Madame." "Now this is decompression," Tasha murred as she hoisted the mug to her face. "I dunno how you do it, David. That house is so big and lonely. After a week in there, I'm already goin' stir crazy." "But a beerfest in Germany?" David asked. "It was only a short hop away. The airvan made it without even a refuel," she pointed out. David noticed that her speech was slurring after only one glass. He glanced around. Tasha had managed to find one of the rawest, crudest taverns in all of Berlin. He didn't recall its even having a name; it was just a basement hole in the wall sequestered off from other holes in the wall by basic cement. |