Page 112 of A Soul to Embrace

Zylah patted the skirt before itching at her covered arms. Immediately upon realising something was lying over her fur, she began to scratch at herself. “It’s itchy and long.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he rasped. “You look like a peasant farmer.”

“Okay, nothing that covers the arms,” Goldie said, before reaching into the changeroom to take the longer dress away that had sleeves. She quickly returned with a similar one that lacked them.

Before Zylah knew it, she was shoved back inside the horrible changeroom again. After watching Goldie before, she was able to undo the buttons herself and take off the clothing. A hand shoved in through a gap in the booth as Goldie told her to give her hangers and clothing to put away.

Zylah grabbed the long black dress that was just put there and was thankful it lacked buttons. She was easily able to slip it over her head and thread her arms through, although she had to squeeze it over her wide backside. She hated the way it pushed her tail down until it was lying flat along her rump, rather than going up her lower back.

She opened the drape herself.

“That one’s much better,” Jabez commented, as if he could feel her growing glare of frustration.

With just a few words, he managed to soothe her.

However, she only took two steps forward in her normal long strides before the constricting skirt made her fumble. Jabez rose to help, just as Goldie held her arms out to catch her before she completely tripped over.

Zylah chittered as her sight turned blue and began to waver at the bottoms. She let out a whine. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Okay, no long, constricting skirts,” Goldie offered with a sympathetic smile. “How about you try the last one on? It’ssimilar to the one you wore in, although it has a little more coverage on the legs.”

Her whines didn’t settle when she was helped back inside the booth. She attempted to take the dress off and almost ripped it trying to get it back over her thick backside. She gazed at the last garment in disdain, wanting to tear it to shreds and don her light-grey one.

Still, she gave the long one to Goldie’s extended hand and put the shorter one on.

Dark green, and somewhat form fitting around her chest, this dress was cut low, but in a way the collar of fur around her neck filled it in completely. Its skirt was actually rather flowy and came midway down her thighs. It lacked any major design and was plain except for some black cross stitches along every seam.

She felt more comfortable, since it was similar to the one Jabez made her, just longer and looser around her legs.

“Oh wow, that looks wonderful on you,” Goldie complimented, her hands quietly clapping in front of her, but Zylah didn’t trust her.

Zylah turned to the mirror, and twisted one way and the other to see what it looked like. Maybe Goldie wasn’t lying, as she did rather like it. She spun to Jabez with her arms open at her sides.

“I like it,” he offered, giving her a small smile. “It suits you, and it looks like you’re comfortable.”

I liked Goldie’s compliment better,Zylah grumbled, before turning to adjust her pushed-down tail. It looked like a lump on her backside.

“I don’t like the way it pushes on my tail,” she muttered, worried about disappointing them.

“That’s fine. This was just a trial dress,” Goldie said, walking over to her counter to grab some kind of flat string lying on top of it. There were numbers on it, and Zylah tried to work out what it was when she brought it over. “If you don’t mind lifting theback, I can measure your tail and find one that has a suitable hole for it. Do you like this colour, or would you prefer a different one? I have forest green, navy, crimson, black, and white.”

“It can’t be white,” Jabez stated. “That’ll stain too easily. I also think black would fade into her fur too much.”

Zylah couldn’t have been more thankful for his input. “What is navy?”

“It’s a dark blue,” Goldie answered as she lifted the back of the skirt, which Zylah held for her.

She liked that it would be similar in colour to her orbs, and she didn’t want to be hidden in the forest if she wore green. Red also seemed too flamboyant, especially on Goldie, although she wasn’t entirely opposed to it.

“Can I try the navy one?”

“Mhm. Of course.” Goldie pulled away while holding a certain measurement and went to the hanging clothes to go through them.

She came back with a dark-blue one and Zylah quickly ducked behind the curtain to change into it. She managed to find the tail slit herself, and it was much more comfortable having it poking out.It reminds me of Fayren’s skirt.No wonder she had clothing that allowed her red fox tail to swing freely.

The moment she stepped out of the change room, both gazes were fixed on her.

“You were right, navy suits you better,” Jabez commented, nodding in approval.

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