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"Who's Judy?"
"Huh? Oh, uh… she… she's got a shop a few blocks from here."
"What does she sell?"
"You'll see." Red walks over to the clothing rack, a metal frame on wheels, and drags it in front of the large empty table, save for the chest, in front of us.
"I put in a custom order with her, after last week. She works crazy fast, I didn't expect them to be done so soon. But this is part of your gift. Your courting gift. Did I do that right?" Red looks insecure, and it's so out of place.
"You got me a courting gift?"
He clears his throat, then laughs. "Yeah. I mean. I don't know if you'll like it. Maybe it was presumptuous. I don't know. But I thought you'd like it and… anyway, I asked Betty for some specific things, and I went to Judy's place to find matching pieces."
He looks at me awkwardly for another minute, running his fingers through his hair, the inky black strands falling loose around his eyes, before turning to the rack. Anticipation and excitement have me preening. I don't know what's under the zippered black bags. I don't even care. He had something made just for me! It's not a gift card or a generic piece of jewelry he's already seen me wear, so he doesn't have to think of anything original like Stevens did.
It's custom. And thoughtful.
And oh my goodness… beautiful. I gasp when layers of bright white and ivory feathers escape from their cage, Red unzipping the black cover all the way, revealing the most beautiful set of wings. They're shaped differently than the black ones I wear on stage. These wings have a more over-the-shoulder design, resembling armor, if armor were made with shimmering soft feathers. I caress the material, running my fingers through the layers.
"I thought you might like a choice, to try something new. Or maybe just to have for home. You seem so confident on stage when you're wearing them. It's not that you have to; I mean, you can wear whatever you want up there. But if you wanted to dance, even just for yourself. You know you can, right? You can go to the club any morning before we open, if you want to keep dancing, but just for you."
I can't help but giggle. "Red, are you implying you'd rather I not be naked in front of others?"
Red winces. "No… I mean, I want you to do what makes you happy. And when you're on stage, you seem happy. This was just… giving you variety."
"More choice," I confirm.
"More choice." He pulls the back off, showing me how the straps are different. I'm already getting ideas. When Iggy pulled me into the back room a few days ago, I was still wearing the black wings. And I love them, but they are quite large. These are a bit smaller. Maybe I could have another set made in black and one in gold. I could wear matching heels, and I have a feeling these are small enough that I could still ride my alphas in them. I think they would like that very much.
Before I produce slick, thinking of all the wicked ways I can torment my alphas, loving what wild turns my life has taken, Red goes through the other items. One is a teddy, a full-body piece of lingerie with lace, and an open chest cut down to the navel. Another, a beautiful bustier, like the ones Roxy wears, minus the glittering sequins. It's more lace and fine feathers, with subtle details.
I touch every piece of material, admiring every single item. I love them. I love them. There's a mask hanging with one of the pieces, more like a cat mask than my feathered black angel one. And a dress, less see-through, but with cutouts along the side, and the shape of it is devastatingly sexy. I can't believe Betty made all this in such a short time. She'd be in non-stop demand if the omegas of High Hills knew about her.
Red leans against the table while I study each piece in silent awe. I don't even know what to say. When I turn toward him to thank him, he smiles, but it's less enthusiastic than it was when we got here.
"I love these, Red," I assure him.
"I'm glad. I just… I want you to know. These aren't stage costumes, or for you to wear for us at home, not unless that's what you want. These aren't for anyone but you. I know you like fine things. I just wanted to give you something… fine…"
"They certainly are fine. And maybe you'll never see these again, and I'll just dress up and wear them when I want to feel sexy. Or maybe I'll surprise you when you least expect it," I whisper against his mouth, clutching his shirt.
He groans, but I let go and clasp my hands together tightly. "What's in the box?"
He laughs. "Okay, maybe this one was a little more selfish. Kind of." He nudges the box closer to me, and I admire the fine, soft velvet casing before unlatching and opening it up. I gasp.
It's a treasure trove.
"Is that?"
He chuckles, fingering the toy I'm pointing at. "A butt plug, but look at this cute little fluffy bunny tail," he fingers the floof of cotton like it's adorable. Admittedly, it is. "It's interchangeable. There's this rad fox tail that's really long, but I wasn't sure if you'd be into that, and I didn't want to freak you out."
Laughing, I say, "So Judy owns…"
"A sex toy shop. Yeah." Now, his enthusiastic grin is back.
I roll my eyes and go back to the treasures, finding toys all for an omega's pleasure. Of course, I have many already, but these seem more… involved. Some are more straightforward, like a vibrating knot ring and a feather tickler.
I pick up a chain link with a button on the end, but Red says, "Oh, that one's from Iggy. Nipple clamps," he winks, and I immediately squeak and drop them back in. "And the mask is from him, too." Different from the blindfold he used on me before, this one appears to block sight and sound.
