Clementine's appearance helped put Tura at ease. Kind of anyways. The woman was still poking and prodding him. "Don't move, don't move" She said, her tongue between her teeth. Tura tried his best not to shake. The vibrating that happened near women wasn't something he could contain. The woman finished quickly, turning on Clementine as she called out. Tura grimaced sympathetically. At least, Clementine's measuring would be less invasive. That woman had poked places usually only people Tura had an interest in, touched. He was nearing the end of his mental stability. Without really thinking about it, Tura reached out to take Clementine's hand. Tii usually squeezed his shoulder or held his hand when he was at the end of his rope. With Clem, Tura was simply reaching for some semblance of comfort. He fully expected her to pull away and scold him. Maybe reward his forwardness with a beating, perhaps public humiliation. The few moments of comfort would be well worth it.
A well-dressed man with a tan complexion and dark hair swept over one eye stepped into view. Tura cocked his head. Who was this? The woman shrieked when she caught sight of the man. Tura jerked, placing his free hand against his ear. Were all mortal women that shrill? One might be able to weaponize that to bring entire cities to their knees. "Santiago! Ohmygoshitissogoodtoseeyou!" That word sent Tura blinking. Had she been speaking English? The man - apparently Santiago - basked in her worship. It was a strange scene for the dragonling. Since when were men that egotistical? Where he came from, Santiago would have been torn apart and eaten. Slowly.
Finally, the tailor mage held up his hands. "Enough, Lexi. We can... meet later." The look Santiago racked over Lexi set Tura's teeth on edge. A low growl, almost imperceptible over Lexi's giggle, reverberated in his chest. What gave the tailor the right to look at the female like a piece of meat? Not much could move Tura to violence. This behavior just might. He remembered being regarded as a plaything. Nothing more than meat that could 'entertain' for a few hours. If Clem still held his hand, Tura's fingers tightened around hers almost too much. Otherwise, his hands balled into fists. Tura vowed that if Santiago looked at Clem like that, the man would pay. Hopefully at Clem's hands but failing that, Tura's own.
The tailor strode over to the 'couple'. His hands clasped together rubbing. "Ah, yes! I can see it already!" Santiago gestured to Tura. "You, in a baby blue tuxedo, two-button, ruffled shirt beneath, black bowtie." Tura's brow furrowed. That seemed fairly standard with only a few alterations to make it different. This was the best tailor mage they had? How? It seemed improbable he was as good as they claimed. Santiago turned to Clem. He walked around her. Tura's eyes glowed briefly watching the man. Santiago's eyes lingered a little too long on some parts of Clem. "You, we shall accent your beauty. Let a little skin show, tantalize with some lace and cinch the waist. You will be a work of art. Lovely, mwh" Santiago made the kissing noise at the end. Then he began waving his hands.
The moment the magic hit him, Tura knew something was wrong. The outfit he ended up in wasn't a tuxedo. It was a fishnet shirt that left nothing to the imagination. His pants were a mess of fabric that bunched around his ankles. The only thing that Santiago seemed to have gotten correct was the cufflinks. Those hung devoid of sleeves around his wrists. Tura raised an eyebrow at Santiago. His arms spread in askance. Santiago stared at his hands. He shook them. "I-I am not s-sure what went wrong. Let me try again, Let me fix." Lexi was rubbing the man's shoulders murmuring to him. Tura didn't want to know how she was stroking his ego. Santiago hit Tura with his magic again. It made things worse. His shirt vanished, replaced by a heavy metal gold change. His pants changed into tight jeans and shades appeared on his face.
Tura held out a hand. "Enough. You are only making it worse" He tried to pull the glasses off. They refused to move. Tura repeated the process with the cufflinks and the gold chain. Neither budged much. Tura looked at Santiago. "What is going on?" Santiago put his hands together over his mouth. That didn't look good. "I sorry, the spell not end til after the wedding and reception." Tura sighed, stepping down from the pedestal. He was stuck in this ridiculous outfit until their job was done. The Errings Rising mage tried to place a nearby table cloth over himself. The tablecloth vanished, reappearing several feet away.
The dragonling turned toward Clem. "I apologize for forcing you to look upon my flesh, Miss Clementine. It appears I cannot cover myself. Please forgive the forwardness and unpleasant state of my torso. He bowed deeply to his friend. Despite his rather calm demeanor, Tura was embarrassed and angry. Santiago had messed up his plans for a civilized outing with a friend. Additionally, he was revealed to the world in a way that was only meant for a lover's or Mistress' eyes only. Magic flashed at the ends of Tura's fingers. It was black wisps that stole under Tura's skin. He struggled to control the flashes of magic. If he didn't, there was a likelihood that he'd suffer another heart attack or a full system shock. As he slowly rose from the bow, Tura managed a strained smile at Clem. This was going to be a long outing.
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