High Society: The tales from Victory

Lacy Amor (Ch.2)

Her room was a disaster. Ponder gave her the call a week ago and today she was leaving home. Her room was filled to the brim with cloth, fabrics, sewing needles, strings, cotton, and many other things. The aroma was comprised of exotic perfumes and scented candles; The air thick and warm with the scent.

Magazines from all parts of the world lined the wall: Kalos, Unova, Sinnoh, Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Alola, Fiore and Orre. Different Pokemon and their distinct patterns all shown to the world. Something unique about their patterns and motions, something elegant about their own styles.

She leapt over to her bed, where several large suitcases ready to be packed. Beside them was a small Pokemon. Her favorite pipsqueak who was simply lazing about. It was a Larvesta who simply deflated on her stuff. It's name was Silky.

Her white, blue, gold, and pink dresses all packed in a row. Shoes line the foot of the bed. A variant of purses rested on her pillow. She frowned as she eyed them and then eyed her bag. She sighed as she picked up her clothes and meticulously stared at them. All her options, choices, matches, and more all blended together as she couldn't decide.

“What to pick? What to pick?” She puffed her cheeks as she checked her clothing options.

“What do I want? To steal a man’s glance? That could be fun.” She took a step and lifted a slim pink dress, revealing in all the right places. It hugged her chest and her hips, allowing men to have a look; women too, if she were feeling it. This was an art she practiced since she was young. On a pedestal, she was presented as a beauty and royalty. Meant to be on top of the world, but always under threat.

“Or be a little more mysterious?” She held up a yellow dress with extravagant details. Swirls that were out of season, flowers bloomed to the wrong season, old style that dated years back, but she pulled it off on the dress.

“Or as modest as possible? I don’t need anybody at all!” She strutted around in a white dress with gold decal. It fit to her body, like being caressed by an Altaria. The silkiness swathed her like royalty, she twirls around, and, in her mirror, she could see it twirl with her. Like a whirlpool. Shrd even be so daring as to call it a maelstrom.

It clung to her twirling figure as she sang her favorite song, Estrella. She waived to and fro’, leaping on her feet as if it were a waltz. She released a cheery laughter and shut her eyes. A hint of cherry stained her cheeks. She sang her worries away. Light on her feet, the sensation of soaring.

She opened her eyes to see the mirror and a man with white hair holding her. Rose red scarves fluttering in the wind. A white rose in his mouth, it's thorns prepared to prick. A designer's jacket clung to his build. Even now, she could feel his gently, yet firm, arm around her hip.

She gave a loud yelp and crashed against the ground. She frantically looked around, her face stained red for alternative reasons. She tried to mutter his name, but failed to do so. She dropped her head and for a moment rested in silence.

“Sorry.” She whispered to the phantom of her memory.

Silky raised its head from slumber. It gave a sequel, noticed the lack of trouble and rested it again.

She timidly got to her feet and then brushed her dress off. “Let's forget that happened. Alright, Silky?” Silky did not reply as it was already unconscious.

Finally, after tireless work, she sorted out enough stuff that an extra-large bag could barely hold all her options. She also prepared another bag and her purse for her items like poke balls, medicine, a sewing kit, a gun, some make-up and more trinkets.