After i finished my cookie, chris showed me the house and started pouring out the plans for our 'mission'. I don't know what it is yet but i have a feeling it will be dangerous and i was the cover.
"Ok. Tomorrow night we will visit the Jame's house. The biggest slave industry in the city. We will attempt to free every living slave. This will be extremely difficult. We need more people. You will be the distraction. We will free the slaves by entrance. That is the key. Heres the map to the big house." He handed me a large, blue piece of paper.
"Study that! You will need to know ever crevice, every crack of the house. Ok. Heres what we will do." He whispered every detailed step of the plan into my ear and when he was finished, he took my hand and guided me into his room. He pushed past closed doors until we reached the closet. It was rather large and open. Full of millions of dollars of merchandise. This surprised me because he didn't dress very fancy. Also because there were clothes for all genders, ages, races. A million different styles, colors, and fabrics. I had never been in a mans house more wealthy than this.
"Try this on," he said handing me a pretty, pink, flowery dress. It was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful piece if clothing i had ever been able to touch in my lifetime. I hesitated before i touched the silk fabric. It felt moisturizing to my dry stubs you would call fingers.
"The dressing room is down here" he said pointing down the hallway.
He could tell i looked confused so he took me gently by the wrist.
"Here, ill show you." He said very reassuringly.
After i had slipped the silk over my ruff, dirty body, he decided it was to classy. We needed something to grab his attention. He handed me a skimpy piece of fabric that was not as soft. It consisted of two triangles for the top and a larger triangle for the bottom. I felt very uncomfortable wearing that in public.
"Listen, i know you will not feel safe, or comfortable, or pure in this but it may just save our mission and the lives of all these people. I still held a terrified look upon my cheeks and i could tell he felt bad about making me do this.
"Please?" He asked me.
"I know i have just met you but i really care about you and i would never have made you wear this unless it was vital to our mission. Please?" He begged and even though it hurt me, i had the sudden urge to please him.
I went down the hall again to the dressing area and slipped it on. The breeze hurt my fragile skin. I approached him slowly as he looked me over.
"I know your not comfortable but i think this will be perfect. Are you ok?" He asked. I nodded in response and then he handed me a mask with to small eye holes and a larger mouth hole. I slipped it over my face.
"Does that make you feel better?" He asked.
I nodded in approval and commented.
"Thank you."
He approached me and kissed my forehead.
Then he handed me a large, loaded gun and said.
"Lets go do this."
