Chapter 4 - Going Shopping

Mathilde dutifully led her soon to be victims- no… (like Gwen said) vessels of karmic realignment- through the store to the racks that held the wide variety of sexy animal costumes and then to the section that specifically had the kind of scanty, latex, spandex, leather type costumes that she assumed these women were looking and not the section that had full on anthropomorphic animal suits. Those were extra expensive and not the kind of thing Mathilde was personally very into, but she wasn’t going to judge and… who knows… perhaps… she could be convinced to….

No! Business! Business first!

Mathilde brought the women to the racks that had the sexy animal costumes that put far more emphasis on the sexy than the animal. As she got there, she walked past the sexy piggy costume, hoping desperately that that would be the costume that Katherine would pick. She wanted so badly to cast another suggestion charm in that direction, but she knew that her magic was nothing compared to the magics truly woven into this place. And she knew that the costumes called to their vessels and that she was to stay the hell out of it and let the cosmic karmic realignment happen.

Alas, Katherine did not pick the sexy piggy costume. In fact, she practically leapt past it with clear purpose in her eyes as she dove forward and snatched a costume off the rack the moment her eyes fell upon it.

“Yes! I can’t believe it’s still here! This is excellent!”

Katherine shoved her hand into the bag and pulled out the headband ears before dropping the bag to put them onto her head, briefly check her reflection in a nearby mirror, and then turn back around with a flourish and a squeal of glee.

“Well?!?” Katherine commanded.

“Kat as a sexy cat?” said Oliva through squinted eyes as she crossed her arms and leaned back on one foot.

Her clear display of apathy went unnoticed by Katherine.

“Yeah. It’s purrrfect. Don’t you think?”

“God, you’re such a basic bitch,” snorted Olivia.

“Shut up!” shouted Katherine as she slapped Olivia on the arm. It was one of those slaps that are designed to look playful but feel anything but.

“You are,” said Liv as she slapped back. Her own strike would have had more force behind it if her strength hadn’t been so deeply drained by her current laughter.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are TOO.”

“Am-”

Mathilde could take no more and managed to get her considerably large body between the two as she took Kat by the shoulder in assurance.

“I’m sure you’ll look ravishing in it. You’re right. It is purrrfect.” She wasn’t entirely lying. Fat Kat the Fat Cat did have a nice ring to it. Mathilde practically purred at the idea of scratching Katherine’s soon to be fat belly.

Meanwhile, Kat smiled at the recognition of her pun and appreciation for choice in costume and then instantly recoiled at the realization that this fat girl was touching her. Repulsed by the fact that someone so much lower than her could be so bold, Katherine scoffed and slipped away.

Mathilde ignored her completely and focused on her other customer.

“And you, miss? What can I get for you?” she asked as she directed her fake smile toward Olivia.

Liv responded with a well practiced bored eye roll and a flip of her hair.

“Well, I’ll look good in anything.” She let the word anything drip off her tongue with particularly strong emphasis.

Katherine’s lip quivered as she did her best to smile and not show her true anger. But how dare this bitch try to show her up like this. First she mocked her excellent costume choice, and now she had the gall to suggest that, not only would she look better than her, but that she would look better than her in ANYTHING?

“Overconfident much?” Katherine stepped forward and urged her taller personage to try and loom over Olivia as a way to convince her to learn her place and back away from her hurtful words. It was a demand for justice and a challenge for social supremacy.

Olivia was not one for backing down from a challenge.

“There are universal truths, and, one of those, is that I look good in anything and everything.” She used her long dainty fingers to poke Katherine’s chest on “anything” and “everything”.

Katherine wanted to slap the taste out of her mouth right then and there, or to drag her outside and publicly humiliate her. But, as she looked over Olvia’s shoulder toward the costume rack, an idea began to form in her head. A glorious idea, a kind of punishment that would be far more humiliating, lasting and well deserved.

It was a trap that she knew she could lure Liv right into.