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She woke as she usually did, in a tree. In this case, it was by the melodious yelling of a very irritated keeper of the peace. Apparently sleeping in park trees was frowned upon. After hopping down to shut the officer up she received an immediate and lengthy lecture on public decency. Some people apparently felt threatened by well endowed and lightly pickled dragonoids. “Sir, I’m not a dragonoid,” she’d corrected the officer with a proud huff and folded her arms under her breasts, “I’m the great dragon queen of the desert - Sekhmet!” However this was not sufficient proof of her nobility because they officer reminded her that her breath reeked of alcohol and she had a fine to pay.
So with her morning off to an excellent start, she wandered around the town scuffing her boots on the sidewalk and giving toothy snarls to people who stared too long. She was absolutely bored and the nice pub she’d found last night was closed during the day. While she looked longingly at the welcoming interior of the shop a woman with a mechanical arm sashayed by, and being drawn to the sun’s glint of the polished metal, Sekhmet watched her slip into a building. “Steamy Beans Coffee n’ Books, huh?” she read upon looking up at the place’s name sign.
Nonchalantly, Sekhmet walked over to the shop to investigate. Before landing in this town she’d done a fly-by to get the lay of it and this place… this place was new. Her gold bracelets clinked as she propped her hands on her hips and peered critically at the shop and it’s patron. The interior was tasteful and cute with a comforting tone and the patrons; some kids ditching class that she pulled up her bandages to wink at, a couple enjoying their own world together, a large monster absorbed in a book, a woman with extravagant skirts browsing books, and several other people casually spending their time. Clearly nothing threatening except the rich smell of spices and cinnamon emanating from the shop that reminded Sekhmet dully of home. Ignoring the pang in her chest, she decisively pushed open the door and made for the one open table tucked in the corner.
She sat down at the table facing the rest of the shop, it was an excellent place to observe people. And she observed the skirted lady looking in her direction curiously with her arms laden with books. Sekhmet leaned on the table top with her breasts pushed up proudly on her folded arms and leveled an intimidating gaze at the frilly book junky. She figured she had wanted to sit at this very table that Sekhmet now occupied, but tough luck, if you left your castle for even a moment someone was bound to take it. That thought drew Sekhmet’s brows together and further soured her expression as she watched the other.
This was an unpleasant situation, not the worst Anthea noted, by quite unpleasant. She didn’t want to put her books away, she wanted to sit at that table and read. So that’s what she decided to do.
After all, the lady who sat there was alone, and there was another seat at the table. It would be perfectly reasonable in a crowded coffee shop to ask if she could sit in one of the few empty seats. And, taking a quick glance at the large (scary) monster in the booth, Anthea decided this pretty woman was the easier choice to talk to. So all in all, it was fine for Anthea to ask to sit in that seat!
She meekly returned the stranger’s gaze, though it proved difficult as the strange woman had an intense stare that sent Anthea’s heart racing. But as usual, Anthea’s emotions did not show on her gloomy face. She noted that the stranger had only one (lovely) eye exposed and the curiosity that sparked through Anthea allowed her to keep eye contact. She took note of everything about the strangers face: the bandages that covered her right eye, the long pointed ears, the (rather scary) horns the reached upwards from her head, the fangs that peaked out of those lips. (Anthea also briefly noted how…well-endowed the woman was.) From these features, Anthea wondered if the stranger was a demon? Perhaps an orc? Anthea was never any good at determining species to be honest.
She shook her head clear, rubbed her lips together, smoothing out her red lipstick, and slowly paced her way to the table. Anthea thought quick and fast, stringing together an eloquent and well put together conversation starter. One that sounded composed yet casual, and was as smooth as silk. She reached the table (all too soon), took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
She then proceeded to utter the most quietest squeak as those perfect, eloquent sentences evaporated from her brain before they could ever leave her lips.
Well, that certainly could have gone better.
She trembled a bit, but quickly regained composure and opened her mouth to try again, “Umm, uhhh…..i-if you don’t mind…..can I sit here?”, she gestured to the chair as she spoke, slowly and quietly, but just loud enough for the woman to hear.
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