Page 10 of Lost in the Fog

Myrtle giggled and hugged her. “You feel so comfy.”

“Hey, hey, keep your hands above the equator,” Pandora chided. She looked behind Myrtle to the stunned elf. “Teyval, please retrieve your omega. I know she’s pregnant, but she’s also hyper-frisky right now. An afternoon nap might be in order.”

He carefully pried Myrtle away from Pandora, and the soft whines echoed in the now-silent restaurant.

“Myrtle, open the time bubble?” Teyval asked softly.

Myrtle clung to him, and Pandora nodded with a smile. “And that is why I don’t hulk out that often. Any omegas near me get all twitterpated.”

Myrtle muttered, “Good word. Teyval, get me home.”

“Of course, Turtle. Pleasure to meet you, Pandora.”

Pandora moved out of the bubble, and the world around them snapped into sounds and smells and movement again. That was one interesting power.

Pandora sat at the table in her beta form.

Regis grinned. “That is an impressive form.”

“Is it? The breasts require scaffolding.” She shrugged, and their server came by to ask if they wanted any dessert.

Denith came by and paused at their table. “Whatever you like is on the house, ladies. I have put the order in with your server.”

Pandora smirked. “Heading home?”

He grinned. “Yes, thank you.”

He left, and they had their desserts. Pandora’s was a baked apple rose with fresh ice cream.

Gia smiled. “I am glad that we came here for lunch. Now, we get freebies.”

“Don’t forget to tip like a monster, though.”

Gia chuckled. “Live like a monster, pay like a monster.”

Pandora grinned. “And I will continue to work like the peon that I am.”

Regis laughed. “You are an excellent designer as well. Don’t forget that.”

Gia paused. “Oh, have you decided to participate in the fashion show for Halloween?”

“I am still thinking,” Pandora muttered. “They want me to do the zodiac. And while I have a few designs... I am unsure.”

Gia took a wad of cash out and set it on the table. “Going to do the normal representations?”

“I thought I would do ruling planets instead. Liquid-metal fabric. Formal style and masks with the icons on them.”

Regis grinned. “You know I want to see those.”

“Yeah, but it’s a lot of work.”

There was a snort. “How many have you finished?”

“Eight, and all set for Elite omegas. So, I have to start looking around for models soon. Or female alphas. They would be close to the same height.”

Regis nodded. “I can make some calls and get you the ladies you need. Twelve, right?”

“Yup.” Pandora thought about the early autumn fashion show. All of her clothes were bespoke, so making gowns that could fit a range of figures was the true challenge.

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