Dragon Soul (Dragon Falls, #3)(41)

“It certainly does seem decadent. Where is the shop located?”

“On the lowest deck. That’s two below us. It’s right next to the first aid. You can’t miss it.”

“Awesome, thank you. I’ll head right down there.”

“Have fun!” Ken said chirpily. “We’ll let you know how the pool is. Honestly, a late-night swim in a pool while sailing down a river… it’s just so crazy, isn’t it, Barbums?”

Her voice drifted off as they headed upstairs to the pool.

I poked my head back into the cabin. “There’s a shop where we can buy clothing. Are you ready?”

“For many things,” Mrs. P replied, coming forward, making a good attempt to hide a scarf that had been draped decoratively along an end table. “What did you have in mind? Will I be required to dance? I have a scarf, if so.”

“No dancing, and you’re going to put that and anything else you’ve pilfered back later,” I told her sternly, taking her arm and escorting her down the passageway.

It took us a bit to get there, since the ship, a small river cruising variety, was not one of those behemoths that roam the ocean and didn’t have elevators, but at last we made it to the lowest level of the ship, where the shop was tucked away. Inside the shop was a tiny desk holding a variety of travel-size items like aspirin, shampoo, and razors. A couple of t-shirts bedecked the wall, as well as a stand containing a variety of the same navy blue one-piece swimsuit as I’d just seen on the two Irish women. There were also a couple of men’s trunks in pale salmon and a box displaying sunscreen.

But no everyday clothing.

“Hello,” I said to the woman who was on her knees setting out some sort of anti-viral hand sanitizer. “I was told that you had some clothing available for purchase. Do you have anything more than swimsuits and t-shirts?”

“I want a swimsuit,” Mrs. P said, and plucked one from the wall, holding it up to herself. “I shall bathe my soul with my sisters in the light of the morning sun.”

“Bound to be chilly then,” I pointed out. “But if you really want one, that’s fine with me.”

“All our costumes are behind the screen,” the shop woman said in heavily accented English, nodding toward a fabric screen that had been angled to hide the back part of the room.

Costumes? I shook my head as I scooted around the screen, assuming it must have been an odd phrasing.

I stared at the collection of sparky, bespangled, and billowing tulle offerings that hung from a variety of hooks and available coat hangers.

“No, she meant costumes,” I said, my heart falling.

“What sort of costumes—oooh!” Mrs. P pushed past me into the secluded area, and perused the offerings with a delight. “Fancy dress! This trip will be more fun than I thought. I like this one.”

I eyed the skimpy Cleopatra-esque outfit, and didn’t say a single thing.

At least, not about that.

“Hello again,” I said, popping my head around the screen. “I’m sorry to bother you, but these appear to be all costume party outfits. Do you have anything normal? That is, not meant for a costume contest?”

The woman didn’t even look up from her bottle arranging. “This is not that sort of a shop. We provide costumes for the patrons who did not bring one for the final evening costume party.”

“Great. Just… great.” I turned back to where Mrs. P was struggling to get her gauze tunic off so she could try on what appeared to be a harem girl outfit. “I assume we’ll stop somewhere tomorrow where we can get some clothes. I guess we can just wear what we have—Mrs. P, no!”

I was too late. She’d already shucked her clothes and had donned the blue marabou and sequin harem top. The floofy chiffon pants followed, and she admired herself in the mirror with little noises of satisfaction.

“Yes, that is quite nice. It’s a very… striking… outfit,” I agreed when she asked what I thought. I noticed a glint of gold in her wrinkled belly skin and figured that was just so Mrs. P to get her belly button pierced at her advanced age.

“I shall wear it tonight to the champagne reception,” she said, wrapping a matching blue marabou boa around her waist, hiding the wrinkles, and making the outfit a little less risqué. “Everyone will admire it.”

“That they will.” I refrained from pointing out that the ensemble was not quite suited to someone of her advanced years, since it wasn’t my place to make judgments. Besides, if she was comfortable wearing the costume and she liked it, then who was I to ruin her fun?

There remained the subject of my own less than sterling appearance. I brushed a hand down my badly wrinkled and grubby pants, and tried not to think of how much fun it was going to be to hand-wash my undies each night.

“I really would like to get something else to wear…” I bit my lower lip, trying to decide if I should spend some of my precious money to get a costume or just tough it out and keep wearing what I had on.

The idea of seeing Rowan, the ever cool and collected, while I looked like something that had been dragged around the desert, drove me into action.

“Right. Let me find something that isn’t too obnoxious.”

Mrs. P held up a sexy nurse outfit.

“Not in a million years. Is there something here less revealing?” I poked through the offerings, finding fault with all of them. “No to Cleopatra rig, hell no to the naughty housemaid, the female vampire might have possibilities if it were not for the plunging neckline and thigh slits on either side of the slinky skirt. What’s that? Oh. No, definitely not a catsuit.”