Fall into a romantic, magical fantasy with Zia Lathyrus, a young heroine with dreadful knowledge of her past life in a new world. From lonely office worker to aristocratic beauty, Zia is swept into keeping the world she once read in a novel safe fro...
This Story is categorized as a "why choose" romantic fantasy, with themes of sexual relationships, magic, and whimsical worlds. This story is inspired by isekais and has references to modern-day earth occasionally and Black femme experiences.
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Chapter Ten: Tailored to Please
The concept of an entire tailored wardrobe all at once? It seemed impossible, but as she stood in the sheer gown on the wooden stool before the seamstress and her assistant, she recognized that money can make life easier with access. Dame Chicory stood with her portfolio of designs and made notes of her sizing. Her perfectly trimmed blue bob and white ruffled suit hugged her figure, but her black leather harness strapped across her intricately set her apart from her assistants. Dame Chicory looked up from her notes,
"Zia, your figure will be the fantasy of many aspiring suitors if you let me create the melting dress for you" Zia's cheeks heated at the thought. An assistant chuckled as she drew a long measuring tape over her thighs.
"Dame Chicory, your melting dress will leave nothing to the imagination for those suitors."
"That's the point, sweet pea, imagination changing reality is a fashion challenge more need to take up," The seamstress answered. She closed the notebook and walked a circle around Zia.
"Your skin tone will look amazing in every color but trust me, the range of your new wardrobe will be perfect for the upcoming season." She pointed to her notebook and smiled, "Leave your fashion to me. All you have to do is look pretty in it."
Dame Chicory's assistants all applauded her proclamation as Zia smiled awkwardly. A maid walked into the room with a silver platter of sweets as another trailed behind her with a cart of refreshments.
"Ah, Dame Chicory, I appreciate your time today. Please enjoy some refreshments while we provide the corolla for you". The Dame nodded, and her assistants rounded up at the lounge area, fawning over the treats. Zia stepped down and looked at all the fabric strewn on the ground. Nothing of her previous life had looked like this. The silk, the leather bits, and the precious gems layout freely for the Dame Chicory design and creative process.
A maid stepped forth and handed her the Lathyrus seal and blank note. Zia learned that corolla was the name of the currency of this world, similar to American dollars. However, all corolla needed a sealed note of trust for payment to avoid fraud. It was a magic-based protection to help sever unsavory types from buying unlicensed goods. She quickly signed the memorandum, pressed her thumb on the seal, and let the thorned pen prick her skin. Her blood sealed the note and the corolla together for the deposit. The maid curtsied and took the payment to the Dame.
