Book Four – Chapter Eight – Part Two – The Best Day of Their Lives

After picking a few things out, Servi went behind one of the changing curtains and used her ring to accelerate the process. Srassa was amazed by how fast it all happened when her friend emerged wearing an outfit similar to what an uncouth rebellious youth may have worn.

The black boots came almost to her knees, and she wore tight black pants. They stopped at her hips rather than her waist. Her shirt was sleeveless and low cut, only reaching her belly button but not covering it. A half-cut jacket with crimson on the collar sheltered her arms but left her wrists unprotected. Finally, a pair of fingerless gloves, which was the color of shadow like the rest of the outfit, finished it off.

Servi twirled and held up a fist, then remarked that it felt like she was about to battle for control of a parking lot. Perplexion reared its ugly head, and Servi exchanged what she had just said for something that made more sense.

“I mean, I like the gloves, but…” Servi removed the jacket and exposed her bare shoulders. Her magnificent breasts almost seemed like they wanted to burst forth from the darkened leather top. If they were alone, Momo believed she would have volunteered to become Servi’s shirt. Or at least help via her hands.

Okay… Calm down, Momo…  leave those thoughts for tonight, okay?

After asking her friends what they thought, she went back and tried on the second outfit. This one came with a type of skirt called an irregular skirt. It was mostly black, but the edges were the color of blood, and it started to open at the front right at her thighs. To prevent herself from being nearly naked, Servi had chosen a pair of black pants.

This time, her boots were similar to what she wore with her overalls. A belt went along her bare stomach, blocking her navel. The black cotton shirt was cut off at her abdomen, but it did a better job of supporting her chest than the previous top.

Srassa and Momo gave their approval since it was something flashy and eye-catching. Momo really liked the skirt because the edges almost seemed to be torn. According to her, it really added a ‘cool’ factor. Srassa’s compliment was similar, but she said that the fingerless gloves went more with this outfit rather than the last.

Back behind the curtain she went once more. This time, she was pretty excited about this outfit because it was stylish and lightweight. Like the first one, this one had pants, but they were gray and only came to a few centimeters below her knees. It came with a free sheath with three straps she could attach to her right thigh. The second accessory was a light gray cloth that functioned as the back half of a skirt. It came as a part of the belt wrapped her pants, so Servi was stuck with it unless she used a different belt, but she liked it because it reminded her of a cloak. A half-one at that. It wouldn’t be the hardest thing to substitute that out for a towel, but the power of Absorption was the perfect towel.

Instead of wearing boots, Servi had found a pair of sandals that were more combat-oriented. Black cloth wrapped around her foot and heels while leaving her toes exposed. Perhaps it was unsafe for anyone else, but Servi had the luxury to put comfort and style ahead of defensive protection.

Armor was entirely optional since her skin was tougher than some metals.

It was probably a running theme by this point since her belly remained uncovered. The blue half-vest it came with lacked sleeves, but it came with a grey neck gaiter she could pull up to cover her mouth. Again, it was useless to someone like her, but fashion and cuteness reigned supreme over paltry immortality. As an added bonus, her breasts were fully covered, so she had no cleavage with this outfit. A second extra was that she didn’t need to wear a bra—not that she was wearing one with the previous two outfits—but it was a nice extra to know this one didn’t require it at all.

This was a fact she could accept, but Momo? She slightly bemoaned at this terrible injustice before perking up with a lewd thought.

I wonder if Servy will let me undress her? To have sex, we have to get naked, right? I can be like… Whoops, sorry about that, but it looks like I slipped and accidentally pulled off your shirt. Guess I might as well finish the job, right? That would work, right? Maybe if I offer her a chance to undress me… Is that what people do? Or do they do it themselves? I wondered if I should have asked Dineria about the proper etiquette…

“Woah! That looks awesome!” Srassa exclaimed. “It reminds me of what they wear in the country to the far east!” Momo recovered from her thoughts and offered similar words of praise for the clothes.

“That’s because it came from there. I don’t exactly remember the name of this style because my mother ordered it before her passing, but she was figured there was a market for it. Just to let you know, that comes with something called a finger loop glove. It’s much like the fingerless gloves you’re a fan of, except as its name suggests, there’s a piece of fabric that hooks around your middle finger.” Jon said. He leaned against the wall with his hands across his chest. After Servi asked to see these gloves he spoke about, he had an employee bring them over. He also told her to bring over some white bandages. “In the country where it’s from, outfits like the one you have own are often accompanied by bandages. They usually go around under the vest and right above your elbows.”

At first glance, Servi was in love. With haste, she slipped them right up her arms and formed a fist. It was sewed with stretchability and comfort in mind, so her movements weren’t constricted at all. And the fabric used was firm and resilient on top of being a cool black. For the fun of it, Servi pulled her face covering up past her nose and stared into the mirror nearby. For a moment, she believed her skin was going to turn a dark crimson like those dreams she once had, but those days of nightmares had died when Itarr freed the mad beast from its cage. Next, she tied the bandages around the three spots Jon had described and returned her gaze to the mirror.

Servi turned left, right, and spun in a circle to get the full view of how she looked. While that was happening, a Dwarven employee came over with another armful of clothes for Servi to try on. With a smile, she graciously thanked them and rushed back to the curtain.

Just when she thought she had found her favorite outfit, a fierce challenger approached the stage. It came with a collar with cloth attached that went around her neck. The dark blue piece of fabric was angled and rested against her collarbone. The black ‘shirt,’ which was really just a bra, was low-cut enough that only the extreme ends of the concave collar cloth reached it. That resulted in the perfect boob window for anyone to gaze upon her modest cleavage.

That alone probably made this Momo’s favorite one of the day.

The gloves were similar to the ones Servi had just taken off, but this time it wasn’t fingerless. Her index, middle, and ring were covered from the elements, while her thumb and pinky had to survive the wilderness. The length was about the same—stopping right at her elbow. The knee-high heeled boots were a bold choice of footwear. Like something Servi had tried on before, this came with an odd uneven ‘skirt’ far longer in the back than the front. It also shared the color of the cloth around her neck. Both had a gold trim to add a spice of color in an otherwise bland scheme of black and blue.

While a glancing voyeur would have guessed Servi had nothing under the chest-high tights that came to just under her breasts, they would be wrong. Just barely, however, since she only had enough room for panties and not pants. Even a pair of shorts ended up being too thick. Thanks to how dark they were, it was impossible to see the underwear or skin behind them. To add a bit of extra privacy, a dark gray sash was wrapped around her waist, which almost limited the exhibitionist-like feelings she was receiving.

Servi changed into the second to last outfit of the day after receiving positive feedback on the one she had just put on.

“What…is this…?” Servi whispered to herself as she stared at an asymmetrical blackish, dark gray bodysuit.

It only had one leg covered.

Perhaps calling it a bodysuit was far too generous since it didn’t cover the entirety of her body. It didn’t even cover her chest because it went around the sides of her body and continued to her neck. It came with a small metallic disk to attach a tie that rested on her collar bone. But the thing was that the bodysuit didn't cover her entire neck. It was like it split off at that disk and continued separately, but they were connected by two thin gold strips.

Really, her boobs were totally on display, almost like this bodysuit was created for that very purpose.

Was handing me this a mistake? Might as well try it on anyway.

Instead of using Absorption as a middle man, Servi slipped it on manually. The feelings of having one leg, both arms, and her breasts exposed were…exhilarating. She didn’t think she was an exhibitionist, but she couldn’t deny that a warm feeling was welling up somewhere on her body. She was used to wearing collars since some of the other outfits had something to go around her neck, but it didn't feel that constricting. It was tight to assure a good fit, but it didn't restrict the breathing of a girl who did not need to breathe.

Or maybe I’m just thinking about Momo'll react when I come out wearing this.

It came with a white shirt that was sewed into the bodysuit, but it took Servi a moment longer to find than she would have liked to admit. With a small amount of haste, she groped her chest and proceeded to nicely fill out the top. To her absolute surprise, it came with a small square of an extraordinarily soft material to hug her nipples. If not that, then to keep warm.

That’s…odd. Why would there be felt inside? Wonder who ordered this?

Even more cleavage was showing when compared to the other outfits, and she wondered if someone was giving her clothes that covered less and less. Oddly enough, that didn’t exactly bother her. Her mind soon became free if any worried as she hooked the red tie behind the smooth disk. It came down and softly landed on her rich bosom.

The only thing that was really left to do was slip her arms through the jacket attached to the bodysuit. She did just that and stared at the white oversized sleeves. They weren’t that big, but she did have a lot of room. The gold-colored lines adding a bit more value and quality did make it seem more sizable than what it was. Servi could only imagine her sitting in front of Momo. If it was a cold night, her lovely Singi could sit on her lap and insert her arms through these sleeves.

The final object was a lopsided crimson belt around her hips.

Like the rest, it has gold around the outsides. Seems like everything associated with this outfit is black, gold, and red. I feel good in it, though. It even comes with a small hole for my back. That doesn’t offer anything at all, but I guess it’s…sexy? Momo does have a beautiful back. One that I want to lick and touch, so it wouldn’t be wrong to say there aren’t any back fetishists out there. And is that a flap hanging down below my hips? It kind of reminds me of a long-tail suit jacket, but those usually don't have a wavy, sharp design... Why is there a red tassel dangling off there? I have so many questions... Hell, I'll probably make some extra alterations if I get it.

The belt’s metal buckle wasn’t attached to the front but at the side. A red tassel fluttered off of it. It didn’t come with any shoes, so Servi wore her favorite pair of boots.

“I don’t know about this… It just seems so… ‘busy.’ But I also feel strangely good in it. Itarr?”

Hmm… I think I like the other outfits better. The blue one with the finger loop gloves around the middle finger? I think that one was pretty. This one just has too much going on with it. Then again, it is strange, but maybe that is a part of its charm?

When Servi stepped out through the curtain to reveal it, the opinions were still positive. Srassa’s primary concern was the bare leg. She didn’t know how that was comfortable at all. On the other hand, Momo thought it was stunning and stylish, something not many people wore. Jon echoed her sentiment and explained such an outfit was popular on the other continent. He said his mother was trying to carve a market for these types of clothing.

“I can’t say I hate it, honestly. It’s a little bit bold because there’s just a leg hanging out alone to brave the elements.  There’s just one more, and I’ll get out of your way. Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” said Servi, who kneeled down and rubbed her leg. She compared the touch of her flesh to the bodysuit. The name of the material didn't immediately spring to mind, but Servi felt that if she had to run her top speed, it would keep up with no problem.

“Not at all. This is my job, after all,” Jon said as Servi went back behind the changing curtains for the final time. She emerged in record time in something she found comfortable. The boots were a light gray with crisscrossing black stripes at the knee and heel. Like the other footwear from the previous designs, they were heeled like the shoes a noble would wear to a ball. That alone should have made them a pain to walk in, but True Immortality was the ambrosia to all of life's physical pain.

Dark stockings hugged her smooth legs as they traveled underneath a modified high-waisted pencil skirt. As it was her color scheme—or perhaps the theme for the day—it was as black as night. She had overlapping brown belts around her hips and a single once across her waist to keep it secured. Jon was nice enough to toss in a random sheath he had found in the back, and that was clasped around her left thigh. It was big enough for a dagger, but something skinny and narrow could probably fit as well.

Her shirt was difficult to even put on since it was fastened to a pair of crisscrossing straps that kept the dark azure cloak, which was long enough to reach her knees, attached to her body. It did have a degree of customization depending on if the shirt was clasped to the upper half or lower half. If the former, it came up to cover her shoulders while leaving little to no skin. With the latter, which was how Servi preferred it, the white shirt gave off a sense of playfulness. The fabric was somewhat thin, though. It wouldn't damage the style if Servi eventually replaced the shirt with something thicker.

According to Jon, the sleeves were of a style called balloon, which meant they were big and airy until settling down at the wrist. He told this to Servi when she stepped out, then excused himself while he rummaged through one of the backrooms. “Here, try this,” he said while holding two metallic objects.

Servi received the two metal bracelets and clasped them over her forearm. Like the boots and straps of the cloak, a crisscrossing pattern was etched into the vambraces. With them securely attached, the wild-looking sleeves were under control and tamed.  “It's quite odd, but everything you picked up was what my mother had ordered. Then it was all stolen and suddenly dropped off again.” Servi looked at herself in the mirror and pulled down the hood of her cloak.

“Jon, I’ll take everything I tried on today.”

Okay, so if I want to sum it up, I can give my outfits a name. That way, if I want to change between them in a flash, I have something to mentally link all of the individual pieces together as a single kit.

The first can be called ‘Delinquent.’ I don't know why, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind. Probably won’t use it that much, but it’s an option. I just feel too much like a leather-bound punk looking to scrap.

The second kinda grew on me, and I like how the belt is just over my bare skin. Seems like declaring it ‘Belt’ is as good as it’s going to get. Again, probably won’t use it that often. Like with ‘Belt,’ it can serve as an option if I ever need a disguise.

The third reminds me of subtleness and sabotage… ‘Serpentine’ seems like a good name because of the icy blue vest. It’s my favorite of the bunch.

The fourth one… Let’s see… Perhaps ‘Diamond?’ Thanks to the cloth running from the collar, it makes a diamond-shaped boob window for the top of my breasts.

The fifth is easy enough. It’s asymmetrical and has a decent amount of red, so ‘Sanguine’ it is. It’s kinda hot, I suppose. When I get intimate with Momo, it might be sexy to have her rubbing my exposed thigh. I could be like, ‘It sure would be nice if I had someone to warm my leg up.’ Then we can go from there.

For the sixth? Why not go with ‘Cloak?’ Works well enough, I suppose. I think I have a thing for cloaks, so this will probably be my standard outfit when walking around.

“Are you sure? Speaking of that, I hope I’m not offending you when I ask where are the rest of the clothes you tried on? When you emerged out from the changing room, I did not see them.”

“That’s because they’re in my ring. My instructor gave me this as a present. It’s enchanted with Dimensional Storage.”

“A ring with Dimensional Storage?” Srassa questionably repeated. “I’ve never of that before. A bag makes sense since you can physically drop an item inside, but how does it work with a ring?”

“It’s hard to explain. My instructor knows more about it than me. So, what’s the damage?” Servi spoke to a bewildered Srassa and then to a waiting Jon. He had slipped a hand inside the pocket of his dress pants.

“How about we say 2,000, and we call it even?” he asked.

“I get the feeling you’re cutting me a bargain, but I won’t question it twice if that’s what you want. It’s a pleasure doing business.” Servi paid the man a hundred dupla extra. Srassa had her face close to Servi’s hand when the coins materialized from a space beyond reality. She quipped that there wasn’t an accompanying chant and mentally wondered how such a thing worked. With an enchanted object like a bag, it was easy for someone to pick out what they wanted by just thinking about it. But how did it work for a ring? A small piece of jewelry that went around a finger. It was impossible to stick a coin inside the ring because they were often the same size, if not smaller.

The group walked over to a bench near the Kobold changing rooms. A big man like him moved a bit slow, and it took him nearly forty-five minutes to pick out something he liked. Srassa had more than a few questions about the ring and Servi’s financial status. For a moment near the end, she thought she was being too impolite and apologized, but Servi nearly answered them all the best she could.

“It’s not that I wanted to hide this ring and my money because I suppose I am a little bit wealthy. But while I was… recovering…I wasn’t in a state of mind to take anything out. I know you spent a lot of Momo and me."

“If you’re asking about repaying, then please give that no mind. I did this because you’re my friend. I wanted to make sure you were getting everything you needed. I suppose an accelerant to that line of thought was seeing you devour a tower of meat that one time. You are eating enough, yes?”

“I am. I guess that’s another part of my training. Eat until you’re full because you never know where your next meal might come from.”