Uldartre Academy (year 2, IC, semi-open)

[Woodstovia]

Allen blushed deeply. Here? He at least thought that she'd let him get back to the academy. Allen hesitantly picked through the clothes that Alicia had bought him, they all seemed like things a whore would wear. He managed to find one piece which covered him a little more than the rest, you could still see a lot but it was the best of a bad situation. "D-do I have to change in front of you?" he asked sheepishly.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"That's not a problem, is it?" Alicia asked, looking at the clothes Allen had picked out. "Uhm...they seem fine. You were happy to be seen naked by me a few days ago, why not now?"

Meanwhile, Maria was bored.
"Do you want to come to the shooting range?" she asked the group at large. "I've got all the phone numbers I need. How about I show you how to fire those new guns?"

[Woodstovia]

"That was in an entirely different situation." Allen told her. He stared at the clothing for a few seconds before slowly stripping and getting dressed. Putting on his chastity belt before equipping the sailor suit uniform. Somewhat luckily Alicia had always insisted on him shaving. He supposed that at first glance, with his hair down that maybe he could pass for a girl. He preferred thinking about it that way anyway as it made him slightly less embarrassed.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"That looks a lot better," Alicia said, embracing him. "I think I made the right decision." She ran her hand along the steel encircling his waste, and into the small cage that imprisoned his greatest treasure.
"I'm not sure that belt's going to end up doing its job," she told him. "Not when I'm so tempted to open it whenever I feel the key."

[Woodstovia]

Allen blushed. "Can we leave now?" he whimpered.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"Of course," Alicia said and planted a kiss on Allen's lips.
"Go and get the bags." She opened the door and slowly walked out.

[Kwadai]

"That would great Maria", Nik exclaimed sounding relieved to Maria. He and Mewan had only just figured out how to successfully load the guns, but shooting was a different matter entirely.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

Maria led the group down 6 floors, to the end of a row of shops. On the left, the chirruping, growling, barking and hissing heralded an exotic pet shop; to the right, however was the object of her enquiries. The firing range was a pay-per-use service, in which an individual could select from mock-ups of nationally and internationally famous people or a collection of military personelle models from over 200 nations. They could select whether they wanted it to move around or stay still, pay some drals on a card, and a very realistic-looking model would appder at a set distance from the shooter. The model could attempt to rush the user or take evasive action, but this was optional.

"Shall we start with stationary things first?" Maria asked.

[Woodstovia]

Allen blushed and then bent over to pick up the bags before leaving the changing rooms with Alicia. Only then did he seem to realise how many people were in the mall. It seemed like 10 times as many people were in the mall now than there were before. And he could feel them all looking at him. He hugged Alicia's arm tightly for support as he walked, staring at the ground.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"You're giving a lot of people a good show in those clothes," Alicia told Allen as they walked. "If it wasn't for the collar, they'd think you were actually into wearing girls clothes. With the collar, they're just not sure." She tapped the collar around Allen's neck. "This could end up being a godsend to you...it's a bit strange, don't you think? If you'd taken this off last night, everything would be fine for you; now though it's the only thing keeping everyone from thinking you're a transvestite." She paused, looking at the directory on the wall.
"I fancy a bite to eat," she told him. "Just on this 1 occasion I'm going to pay for your dinner somewhere nice. Shall we go to that chicken place we went last time? We can even sit in a private booth if you don't moan too much. They won't all be able to see you their, unless of course you like being watched."

[Woodstovia]

"A private booth." he snapped instantly. "Get a private booth please." Allen said, hugging her arm tighter.

[The High Tatras]

Maria led the group down 6 floors, to the end of a row of shops. On the left, the chirruping, growling, barking and hissing heralded an exotic pet shop; to the right, however was the object of her enquiries. The firing range was a pay-per-use service, in which an individual could select from mock-ups of nationally and internationally famous people or a collection of military personelle models from over 200 nations. They could select whether they wanted it to move around or stay still, pay some drals on a card, and a very realistic-looking model would appder at a set distance from the shooter. The model could attempt to rush the user or take evasive action, but this was optional.

"Shall we start with stationary things first?" Maria asked.

"Um... Actually, I think I would rather go take a look at the pet shop. I love playing with puppies and kittens!" said Taras.

Without waiting a moment for an answer, he immediately ran through the large double doors, apparently unperturbed by a flyer on the wall reading "For sale: A genetically re-engineered wooly mammoth".

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

Meanwhile, Maria flicked through the hundreds of options until she found a 'notable person' that she believed would at least be recognised by some of the exchange students.

Steadying her posture, she removed her rifle from its holster and disengaged the safety. Placing her finger on the trigger, she prepared to fire as a figure of the princess alicia came out, complete with target rings.

"I'll show it you still to start," she said, and fired. Head, heart, and 1 in each eye for good measure. She aimed for tiny points; a lip, a knuckle, the inside of a knee...all struck home until the plastic figure crumpled.

"Ooooooh," Alicia said in mock horror. "A little impatient aren't we?" She bowed, parodying meekness. "Whatever you wish, Sir," she said..."Or actually, I'm not sure if it is male..."

[Woodstovia]

"I'm sorry miss I didn't mean to say it like that, I-I'm just scared right now." Allen spluttered, they were approaching the restaurant "Please get a private booth miss."

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

Whatever Taras was expecting, he was probably going to be disappointed. A lack of puppies and kittens presented him; many varieties of bright-colored birds, lizards, fish and large insects were on show. Their were also large pictures of the sorts of creatures that ould be obtained from one of the many areas of woodland the store, and others like it, owned. Lions, tigers, bears and wolves were all freely on sale as pets; nowhere was a puppy or a kitten to be found.

"That's Better," Alicia said, squeezing his hand. One thing she did not do, however was atempt to comfort him that noone was looking: everyone was. Some people had even asked her if the 'pretty slave' was avaiable for sale or rent; a few hard glances kept them away.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

Seldeni was a large restaurant on the 18th floor, serving food in that unique price bracket that atracted a crowd of people who were actually rich, as well as people who were eating at the restaurant simply to prove that they had money. Therefore, as Alicia and Allen entered, they atracted a group of expressions that could be devided into 2 solid catagories: those issuing learing looks at Allen's exposed body and those respectfully avoiding looking at the slave of another diner. Alicia led them into what appeared to be the only private booth, the high walls shading them from the view of all but the most intrepid eyes.
"Ah," she sighed, "Good, simple spicy chicken. Gods...the expensive stuff you get in decent places is certainly nice, but sometimes I fancy something a little plainer." She looked through the menu and placed her order, waiting for Allen to order for himself for once, rather than simply ordering for him what was the cheepest thing on the menu.

[Woodstovia]

Only when they got into the private booth did Allen's composure change as he got more relaxed and his breathing normalised. He ordered some chicken and sighed contently when the server left, enjoying the privacy. "Why were all those perverts staring at me?" he asked Alicia blushing. "I'm just some school kid a-and you heard those old weirdos. They wanted to rent me out! Please don't do anything like that miss, I don't want to be rented or sold."

[The High Tatras]

Whatever Taras was expecting, he was probably going to be disappointed. A lack of puppies and kittens presented him; many varieties of bright-colored birds, lizards, fish and large insects were on show. Their were also large pictures of the sorts of creatures that could be obtained from one of the many areas of woodland the store, and others like it, owned. Lions, tigers, bears and wolves were all freely on sale as pets; nowhere was a puppy or a kitten to be found.

"That's Better," Alicia said, squeezing his hand. One thing she did not do, however was attempt to comfort him that none was looking: everyone was. Some people had even asked her if the 'pretty slave' was available for sale or rent; a few hard glances kept them away.

Taras was rather perplexed by the lack of "normal" pets, but he was soon distracted from that thought when he came across a West African grey parrot. He recalled a passage about this species in a book he once read; that they are particularly noted for their advanced cognitive capabilities and their ability to talk.

"Why, hello there. My name is Taras Kovalchuk, and you are?" said Taras to the parrot.

"That poor creature has been taken a very long way away from his homeland. I wonder if he is homesick? I suppose that is something the two of us have in common." Taras thought to himself.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!" the parrot said as Taras got close. "Annoying! Wanker!" It had obviously picked up a few choice words that had been directed at it over the years.

"I won't be renting you out," Alicia reassured you..."You're all mine." She flung an arm around him and tuck his lips in a long, deep kiss.

[Woodstovia]

Allen didn't really react to Alicia's kiss, he was used to her shifting between personalities by now, as usual Alicia was "the man" in the kiss and took control. When the kiss was finally over Allen muttered a quiet "Thank you." meekly. A little while passed before Allen begun talking again. "So do you think we should link back up with the others when we're done?" he asked.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"I do wish you were a better kisser," Alicia told Allen. "Put more into it. You're far too meek and cautious sometimes...what do you think I'm going to do, hurt you?" She laughed. "And yeah...I guess we should meet up with the rest of them soon. I am supposed to be a student guide, after all."

[The High Tatras]

"Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!" the parrot said as Taras got close. "Annoying! Wanker!" It had obviously picked up a few choice words that had been directed at it over the years.

"I won't be renting you out," Alicia reassured you..."You're all mine." She flung an arm around him and tuck his lips in a long, deep kiss.

"That is very rude! You are coming with me, my friend, and I expect you to behave like a gentleman as my legal dependent." said Taras to the parrot.

He picked up the parrot's cage and took it with him back out the door towards the shooting range.

"I am going to call you..."

Taras searched through his mind trying to think of any well-known historical figure of West African descent.

"I am going to call you Mansa Musa, and if I can ever afford to, I will take you to Timbuktu some day. I have always wanted to go to Africa." said Taras.

[The greater Vakolicci Haven]

"Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!" The parrots shrill squawks echoed throughout the restaurant. "Wanker! Wanker!"

"Thief!" a shop assistant ran and cornered Taras outside the pet shop.

[Woodstovia]

Allen didn't quite share in Alicia's joke, knowing very well that there was a very real possibility of him getting hurt. "Sorry." he whimpered. The waiter soon came back with drinks for them and Allen began taking a drink. "I'm surprised with how you aren't really paying much attention to the exchange students. I thought you'd be a little more aggressive and you'd try to conform them to Valkolicci ways." Allen told her, since she was in a good mood he decided to push his luck a little.

[The High Tatras]

"Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!" The parrots shrill squawks echoed throughout the restaurant. "Wanker! Wanker!"

"Thief!" a shop assistant ran and cornered Taras outside the pet shop.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry. I was not sure where I am supposed to pay for him. Will you accept barter or non-transferable labor voucher certificates?" said Taras to the shop assistant.

"Mansa Musa, you stop cursing right now! I expect a great king such as yourself to behave in a more regal manner!" said Taras to the parrot.