Be Silent

Despite the fact that I wanted to retort, I held my tongue.

“My Gaw-d, could you possibly get any paler?” she scoffed. “Well, follow me.”

I followed her, leaving Garotinha behind as I wove my way through the tightly packed rows of clothes, which ranged from unbearably gaudy to uncomfortably slinky to what had to be costumes for Halloween or, possibly, some video game or anime that I would never recognize.

“Strip,” she commanded.

I think my reluctance had worn thin, having been told to do the same thing twice already today, I pulled off my clothes and stood before the peacock woman completely naked, save {if resistance > -1}a hidden dragonfly{else}two hidden dragonflies{endif}.