Waiting for Tala to finish dressing, Damita took her by the hand and hurried back to the village, grinning delightedly. Her skirts fluttered up to show flashes of pale thighs as she went, the flimsy fabric not weighted in the least in order to keep it down. Ushering Tala into the cool interior of Toho’s tent, Damita was disappointed to find that Toho still was not there.<br/><br/>Letting go of Tala’s hand, Damita went and knelt in front of her suitcase, opening the zipper and flipping the lid up. She smiled, sorting through the various bright fabrics before drawing out a cocktail dress that looked as though it was made of gold. A stabbing pain ripped through Damita’s chest, bringing tears to her eyes – Her father had bought it for her. Ironically, it was the same color of the substance he’d traded her for. Holding it out to Tala, Damita smiled, “Here, try it on?”<br/><br/>