Bill was dressing me up again. Or more rather Dani and Dallia were dressing me then Bill would judge the outfit, very thoroughly. Color, fabric texture, fabric type, patterns of all sorts were littering the room floor and furniture and Bill's mood was worsening with each clothing set up along with my growing impatience of playing live Barbie.

"No!" Bill groaned at the hundredth and twenty-something match up. "Something simple but shows off, is that too hard?" He laid himself out on the fabric covered sofa.

The girls exchanged a neutral look that I figured was meant to express their own irritation with their boss' picky attitude.I looked down at the womens kimono I was put in, much to my embarrassment  if anyone else saw.

I undid the bow thing in the back and let the layers slide off my shoulders, stretching in relief to be rid of the surprisingly heavy weight. 

"Brilliant idea Pinetree~" Bill purred out with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, his glowing cat-like eyes scraping over my mostly bare figure. "But I think it's a bit much."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, my eyes landed on a piece of fabric I didn't recall going with one of the other sets. I picked it up from the mound it was lodged in. It was a bit of fur, smooth like a deer's pelt but more fluffy like chinchilla's cut in a small triangular test piece. I had an idea. 

The girls', in their weird way, felt my interest in the piece of pelt and materialized at my sides. Having been used to it for a good portion of the year, I wasn't startled. "A European wanderer?" I offered the fur to one of them, I still can't tell them apart. She took the fur and examined it as she stood with the other, who stepped forward to get a look as well.

In moments I was dragged to my previous post and then in a male gypsy sort of attire. A loose off white cotton shirt somewhat tucked under an, I think, artic fox fur belt, bluish-green dyed pants, but again I am left barefooted.

Bill stared with true interest of the set up. The girls still circled me in thought of the clothing.

"Well?" I asked the three.

Bill's foot started tapping in one of the scarce  spaces free of clothing material. "It's almost perfect." he murmured as he started chewing on his thumb nail. The girls awaited orders, their boss' improved mood putting excitement in their anxious stand still movements. "Lose the shirt and get an Arabian tradesmen cloak not a black color though." he ordered finally. "And Dallia get me some accessory options please."

I sighed with relief as progress moved forward. The cotton shirt was gone and replaced with a deep blue cloak that wrapped over my shoulders and across my chest with a hood lying back. Dallia was holding up an ear ornament next to my head but remained looking at Bill for approval. He shook his head persistently for several of the the choices before he took a liking to two down feathers that changed from white to a goldish brown tied to thin straps of leather. Dallia stuck that through my ear, surprisingly painless.

"Armlets." Bill ordered with a snap of his fingers. The cuffs on my forearms rippled and dripped up my arms like a waterfall defying gravity until they took shape again on my biceps though a little more thickly than usual. "Rings Dallia." The demon demanded.

The girl opened a crafted wooden box, I was at the wrong perspective so I couldn't see which of the pieces he was choosing as Bill pointed to a select number in the box. Dani grabbed the ones he chose, though, into open palms so I could see the glittering treasures. Each ring was intricately designed but I couldn't tell at my distance.

The box of rings was put away and my fingers were decorated with the chosen glittering pieces of silver and white-gold. Three on my left hand each had some sort of polished stone in them while the one on my ring finger had one that was designed with vines, my right hand fingers were connected with chained rings.

"That will work." Bill stood from the sofa, a grin of approval adorned his face. He circled me slowly, like a vulture circling dead meat, giving the final look around. When he stopped again in front of me his eyes fell on the fox fur belt with disapproval. "The fox fur isn't working." he stated. "Anything else?"

The girls lined up several sorts of furs on the sofa. Bill eyed the lineup with distaste, making me chuckle a little. "I meant something other than fur, girls." he clarified with annoyance in his voice.

Dani and Dallia exchanged a look then scrambled about in search of something else to line up for the annoyed demon.

"What is this all for again?" I spoke up for once in the last two or three hours. "Are your dragging me on a world tour or something?"

The corner of his mouth perked up at my comment. "Not quite. What you are almost finished wearing now is what you will be wearing later this evening. As a daring gymnast."

An instant image came to mind, not influenced by the bastard, of me walking the high wire inside a circus tent over a bunch of wild animals waiting to tear me limb from limb. "You better be kidding." I threatened hollowly.

The asshole looked at me directly, a full on grin taunting me. "And why would I kid?" he asked. "It's all a show after all."