As if the clothes were what the crowd was there to see, and not the skin that was revealed while the women changed.
Of course. The Merchants are well known for being a fashion-minded sort, don’tcha know?
The teenage girl at the far right of the stand was another story. She was dark-haired and the makeup she wore looked like it had been applied by someone who hadn’t used makeup before.
Okay, if this one gets involved in the dressup game, I won’t be as okay with it.
She clutched the collar of her sweatshirt in both hands and stepped back as the crowd surged forward, reaching for her. Being barefoot, she couldn’t step down from the display platform without stepping onto broken glass, and any attempt at running would only lead her into the reaching mass of Merchants.
Eeesh. She clearly doesn’t want to be here… probably a kidnapped victim, like Bryce.
If she’d taken the same drugs as the other women, fear had already sobered her up. She looked entirely alert and she looked terrified. No red band on her wrist. She wasn’t here by choice.
Yeeah, that much was obvious even without the lack of her band.
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