Dance with the Devil@oberst-landa|closed
Amaya slipped out of the red dress and back into her flight uniform. She would need a pair of stockings - if they didn’t ration them here as well - and high heels if she were to pull off this bombshell look. She would also need some cosmetics, but she didn’t want to push Hans’ pocketbook too far. She had been curling her hair using strips of a dishrag she had cut apart. She would tie them up in her hair and then sleep on them all night, and in the morning, she’d take them out for some nice curls. Her hair, however, had grown out quite a bit during her time here, and she really needed it at least trimmed, but she didn’t quite trust herself to do it.
Hans spoke to her about purchasing both dresses from outside the dressing room. Inside, she offered a wry smile as she zipped up her flight suit and carried only the red dress out. “Hans, I do not want my breasts to be on display for every German male in Europe populating that premiere.” She gave him a pointed look. “I may be a lot of things, but a public exhibitionist is not one of them.”
She returned the purple dress to the rack. Then she browsed a little more before settling on a black evening dress for the premiere that was just as classy and pretty as the red one.
“Well, shall we go now? I’ll need a pair of high heels, but I can wear one pair of black ones with both of these.”
Hans pursed his lips and thought about it a moment. “Perhaps you’re right,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d have to arrest anyone else looking at them.”
The two German women, who had been gossiping by the front window, had been staring at Hans. He had only just caught on to this, and stared at them for a moment. Out of habit, he flashed a charming grin at them, which made them giggle to themselves. But then, he realized that he wasn’t his lonesome self anymore, and that grinning at women was necessarily the best idea.
After purchasing the dresses, Hans and Amaya left the shop, not without the two German girls smiling and waving at the Colonel. Hans pretended to ignore them while he held the door for Amaya. Outside, the air was crisp, and it sent a shock down the spine when accustomed to the warm shop they were just in.
“Well, let’s search for some accessories for you. Get as much as you’d like. Women enjoy trinkets and things. I don’t know what you’d want.”
