you think, Avatar?” Sheevin wasn’t asking Lili Ann, her eyes were focused on Yavoy.
Lili Ann propped her hands on her hips and dared him to laugh. She was barely wearing anything. A good sneeze would rip the flimsy costume in two.
Layers of tissue-thin silk wrapped her breasts, hips and down to mid-thigh. She was an advertisement for sex and there was no doubt about it when she looked into Yavoy’s eyes. She was more naked than she had been when she had been in his arms. The fabric highlighted every curve and hollow of her shape. It left nothing to the imagination.
“No. Absolutely not.” She tapped her foot and scowled.
Yavoy smiled. “Why not?”
“Because I am a transporter, not a stripper.” Her frown should have been able to peel paint, but he was remarkably un-phased.
“Sheevin, we will take that in blue, purple and the deep grey.” Yavoy rattled off the order.
“I am not kidding, Yavoy. I can’t get into this thing by myself and I wouldn’t wear it in public.”
He laughed. “Sheevin, get her the outer robe.”
The seamstress slapped herself in the forehead. “Of course. I am so sorry.”
The crystal grey robe that was produced turned the risqué outfit from the edge of sleaze into striking and swirled around her in a heavy wave. The layer made her smile. It was held together by a lovely silver clasp that joined between her breasts.
“Fine. It is quite nice with the covering layer.”
Yavoy laughed and got to his feet, adjusting the way the robe sat on her shoulders. “Trust me not to humiliate you in public, no matter whether Arengar is running your body or not.”
She looked up at him and twisted her lips. “Trust doesn’t come that easily to me, Yavoy.”
“We have all the time in the world, Lili Ann. Literally.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and she quivered as she rose up on her toes to deepen the contact.
She sighed slowly as she returned to being flatfooted.
“That was nice, both the sentiment and the kiss.”
He chuckled and put his arm on her shoulder and his thumb made tiny circles on her neck.
She felt a haze of pleasure that started at where his skin touched hers and rippled through her body. “How do you do that?”
“It’s a learned skill that I have honed over the last forty-eight hours.” He chuckled.
“Arengar taught you that?”
“Yes and no. He explained the basics and I have had to figure out how to apply it to your physiology.”
She chuckled and they got on with the fitting.
Sheevin put nine different styles on her, one at a time. Some Yavoy agreed to, some he rejected and others caused a heated flare in his eyes.
By the time she was back in the first outfit complete with gauzy robe, she was exhausted. “Yavoy, I am hungry.”
If he could have blushed, he would have, as it was, he winced. “I am sorry. I forget about that now and again.”
“Forget about what?”
“Eating. Arengar keeps me energized and on my feet. I rarely need to eat.”
“Well, he isn’t running through me yet, so I am hungry. Where can I get some food?”
He smiled. “Allow me to escort you to the local restaurant. We should be able to find something for you.”
Yavoy made the arrangements for the clothing to be delivered to his home and he escorted Lili Ann out the door and down the walking path.
“I can’t believe that this city was simply abandoned for years.”
“Arengar was grieving for Lackiala. She had been his avatar for eons and finally requested release when the last of her family was dying on a world far away. Lackiala visited her great-granddaughter and they passed into the next life together.”
Lili Ann nodded. “And Arengar went into mourning.”
“Where he remained for as long as he could, until the Alliance buzzing around him and other planets brought him back to the point where he could entertain the idea. I was on a mining world doing nothing in particular with my life when the opportunity to join with Arengar presented itself.