"There's no such thing as 'evening combat wear,'" Natalia said through gritted teeth. Her knuckles whitened around the hanger she was holding. "That's an oxymoron Carmen invented to justify putting us in dresses that would get us killed in a real fight."
"Not with that attitude," Akari chimed in, sauntering closer.
The cream dress clung to her curves as she moved. The fabric shifted with each step. Her movements were feline. Designed to draw the eye. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. The gesture looked casual but was anything but.
Natalia's eyes narrowed. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. A literal manifestation of her irritation through her telekinetic Aspect. A nearby rack of dresses rustled. The hangers clinked together without anyone touching them.
Yep. This was going well.
"Fashion and function can coexist, Kuzmina," Akari continued. "Some of us can kick ass and look fabulous doing it."
Oh boy. Here we go.
