Undercover

Chapter Ten: Mia The Fashionista

After staying here for four days I've grown to love the people here. Currently, Viv is directing me to their clothing store. Basically, it's just another open space in the cave where this girl designs clothes for everyone. I haven't even met her, but I love her already because that's so generous. There are around sixty people enslaved here and she went out of her way to design proper clothes for everyone (or at least the best she can do). Viv mentioned that she even designed her clothes. Including the boots with the heels. She also told me that the girl also wanted to design something for me, so we're going to get my measurements.

After walking down the cave's long narrow hallways we finally reached our destination, by making a right by the corner. An unexpected spacious room greets us. All the rooms in this cave look the same. I like walking in the cave because the cool sand feels amazing against my toes. I don't even know what happen to my heels, but I wouldn't have worn them anyway. I would just look stupid. Although occasionally, I unintentionally step on a huge rock that's followed by a stream of cures words in my head. The ceiling is filled with hanging tan sedimented rocks that could fall at any moment. Some of the sediments casually fall in my hair.

Viv, couldn't lend me her clothes, because well....our shapes are way different. So, she snuck some old clothes from Wolf. Currently, I'm wearing an old black t-shirt and black joggers. Everyone's fashion here is very dull and dark. The colors consist of either black, grey, and if your lucky a very dark brown. The least the palace can do is give them some color in their clothing. This is just depressing. When I escape out of here, I have to make a mental note to send them some better clothes. It's the least I can do.

"So this is our clothing store!" Viv exclaims with such enthusiasm. The only thing appealing about this open space is the torches providing light for us. Piles of clothing are scattered everywhere. There are also torn cloth mixed in the piles. Shoes are pressed against a far wall across from us.

"It's beautiful." I sarcastically remark. Viv flips me off causing a suppressed laugh to escape my lips. "So, where this chick -"

"Just a sec." She interrupts.

"Somebody call NINE ONE ONE!" She sings loudly, but it sounds more like nails scratching against a chalkboard. Yup, I am most definitely deaf now.

All of a sudden, a pile of clothes in the middle of the room starts to move. What the....

A young girl springs out from the pile. "SHAWTY FIRE BURNING ON THE DANCE FLOOR WOH-OHA!" Screeches her equally traumatizing voice.

At the same time, a thunderous scream roared from someone. It's not until I realize that my throat is sore, that it was me screaming. This little girl came out of nowhere! The little girl's screams are followed after mine and Viv joins in our chorus of screams as well. Why are we all screaming? After everyone runs out of breath, we all burst out laughing. Viv crashes unto a pile of clothes near her and clutches her stomach.

"I can't breathe!" She chuckles.

"I have to poop!' The young girl adds while still laughing. Everyone goes quiet. Viv and I stare at the girl. No comment....

We all bust out laughing again.

"What the hell is going on?" Roars a deep voice. I know that voice: Deep, husky, with a hint of a West African accent. It's none other than that sexy devil Wolf. How's my bun?

My hands reach up frantically to adust my hair. I couldn't really do anything to it since my hair products are in the palace. So I made a hair tie from some black cloth Viv lent me. Now I'm left with a makeshift bun on my head. I have no idea how it looks considering there are no mirrors in this cave. It could be crooked for all I know. Sadly, there is no hair gel in the caves either, so my edges or hair won't be laid. Oh well, it is what it is.