"There's a step, so take it slow." said Briar, still making me cover my eyes. He was guiding my fully dressed form onto the platform so I could see myself.

Briar and I had definitely played around a bit in the changing room, but he had given me strict instructions on what he wanted me to wear for panties. That had really made me blush because he was taking care of every detail on my body with great care. Briar also offhandedly mentioned that Kyler would go bananas or something when he sees me in it on the platform with the lights and mirrors. I think I might go bananas from waiting to see myself!

From the feel of it, I could tell this wasn't an outfit I would wear outside on an errand or on a casual date, but I had a feeling that wasn't the purpose of the design anyway. This must be something Briar fantasized seeing me wearing. He does have a more casual punk/gothic style for his own personal style interests, but was that the same for his business?

"All right, take a look." murmured Briar, so I lowered my hands and let my eyes adjust.

I heard Kyler inhale sharply and Briar began purring, and I could sense that my Emerged black jaguar had a very smug expression on his face. I gently rubbed my eyes and looked at the mirror, then my jaw dropped.

I was wearing a very interesting looking shirt dress thing that was sort of asymmetrical and a high-low style. The sleeves were tapered past my wrists, the widest point just past my fingertips. The neckline went to the middle of my chest with the collar resting on the curves of my shoulders, so it was showing a lot of bare skin. Its color was a very pale pink, which almost reminded me of the color of my lips and nipples, but it was definitely lighter. It was more of a sheen, though, since it looked almost white in shadows when I lifted my left arm.

The bottom hem was probably the most interesting in that it was very short on the left side, but longer on the right side and back at the same side. The left side was high because it showed off my very short black shorts that clung to my skin. My left leg was also in black fishnets that showed more of my pale skin than not and my right leg only had a peek of the fishnets just barely past the tapered hem at mid-thigh with the end point of the hem just above my knee.

Black socks were on my feet and matching shoes called Doc Martens were covering the former. These shoes look like cool boots with treads and a bit of a heel, so I actually liked the look of them. And although they were black, the laces were that shimmery pink on white that matched my top. And the black on my top was a narrow embroidered line running along the length of the collar and the tiny black buttons.

I even had accessories, which was astounding. I had a thin black belt around my waist, which actually gave me a waist because the top makes me look even smaller due to its oversized design. I guess that goes to show how much Briar likes my tiny, compact size. It makes me happy, though.

The thin black belt had a silver-colored belt buckle and chains attaching to the pocket on the left side of my chest. What hung from the chains was a howling wolf head and a crescent moon, which was so cool because the crescent moon's chain was shorter, so it was hanging a few inches above the wolf and a couple inches below the pocket.

And the chains were detachable so you could wash the top if needed. The shirt was quite thick to hold its shape, so it would probably have to be ironed. It is a good thing it's wintertime because I would feel hot in this during summertime, even though we have a really nice, temperate climate back home.

Going back to my careful inspection, I looked at my choker. It was a narrower strip of leather with velvet on the inside. It did have a tiny buckle on the back, although it was just for show and the choker actually clasped together underneath the buckle. Fine chains dropped from one to several inches beneath the choker. It was like a layered necklace effect, even though both sides of the chains were attached to the leather and not clasping together.

The attached metal pieces onto the black leather were very tiny, so I moved closer to the mirror to see. There was a tiny wolf running across the choker with light gray etchings of mountains in the background. And above the mountains were both etchings and tiny embedded metal stars. The detail work was astonishing and awe-inducing.

I turned around and peeked over my shoulder to see what it looked like from behind. For some reason, it made me look cute from behind, too. I giggled to myself and turned back around to face the mirrors, my tail wagging as I moved the sleeves around a bit.

"What do you think?"

Instead of getting startled, I turned around once more and leapt at Briar. He caught me in his embrace and chuckled, his happiness seeming to overflow as I rubbed my face on his abdomen and hugged him tightly.

"It's so cool, Bri! This is awesome! I've never seen anything so cool before. Thank you so much!"

Briar's cheeks warmed and he curled down to kiss my face. My tail wagged and he laughed, cupping the back of my head with one hand. I kissed his lips and did it again, my rear end wiggling from the force of my tail moving. Briar quietly cooed and ruffled my hair, then subtly thumbed over at Kyler, who was currently looking away from us with a conflicted expression.

"I designed every part of this, picked out all the fabrics, buttons, chains, and other pieces, but Kyler was the one that cut, stitched, welded, embedded, and put it all together to make it happen."

"Amazing," I breathed. "You're both so amazing."

Briar purred and kissed my forehead once before letting me walk over to Kyler. Although his friend was a bit upset, Briar urged me to give him a hug. When I did, Kyler jumped a bit and looked down at me with bright red cheeks.

"Ky, thank you so much. This is amazing!"

Kyler blushed and covered his face with one hand, reaching down to pet my head. "Y-you're welcome. It was a fun project."

"The detail work is amazing, Ky. Did you do the etching yourself?" I asked. He nodded and my eyes grew larger with amazement. "Wow!"

"I-it's nothing that amazing," he mumbled.

"Yes, it is! You should take pride in the fact that you made something so cool! That your hands made something of just fabric, metal, and leather! Your hands have taken and currently take part in this business, making such awesome and cool clothing. Don't put yourself down, Ky. You're amazing."

Kyler's breath stuttered and his eyes reddened, his hands trembling. He ripped his hand off my head and walked quickly towards what I believe is a storage room. Briar, alarmed, took after him. I hope I didn't make Kyler upset. Briar seems to know what's wrong with Kyler, and if I made Kyler cry, then I shouldn't make him more emotionally unstable right now. I'll let Briar handle it.

I moved aside for that woman and her daughter from earlier who came out of the changing rooms with very punk outfits. There was a lot of black, but the other colors were more muted or dark like a wine-red and a forest-green color. I really liked the outfits they chose because the ensembles suited them so much. And I thought it was cute that they had the same interest in clothing.

An attendant moved forward to assist them with placement of certain accessories on the clothing, then her eyes met mine. I smiled and waved my fingers. Her cheeks warmed. I had noticed that the collar of the shirt dress thing was taped to my skin because otherwise it would have just fallen off my shoulders and flashed everyone with my pale pink nipples.

"Mom, look at what she's wearing!" whispered the daughter, not even subtly pointing at me. "We didn't even see that on the racks! Maybe it's the last one!"

The mother looked up and eyed me up and down as if I was threat to her purchasing experience. The attendant was now a bit alarmed because I think she could sense what I could about this mother-daughter pair. Our eyes met again and she seemed to steel herself for the worst.

"Take off your clothes."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not happening, lady."

The mother seemed annoyed that I refused her order. "My daughter wants to wear those clothes, so take them off."

"I have no obligation to follow your commands." I replied, crossing my ankles as I leaned on the wall. "I don't work here."

"So what? You should be kind and let my daughter try on those clothes. She only wants to try them on. Right, babygirl?"

The daughter nodded. "I only want to see what they look like on me. It's not like I'm gonna buy them."

The attendant looked back and forth between me and the entitled pair with panic in her eyes. If I handled this badly, those people will likely try to make Briar's business go under because of their entitled mindsets, even though they didn't know what relation I had to the business. That didn't matter. Their way is the only way in their minds.

"Even so, that doesn't give you the right to command me to do whatever you want."

"Where are your parents? They're the gay guys with you earlier, correct? Call them for me."

I kept looking at her with a nonplussed expression, which made her anger rise. Before she could explode, I replied, "No."

"Why the fuck not!" shrieked the mother.

"Because they aren't my parents." I replied with a smirk. "So thus I can't call them."

Her face was turning red and I could see a vein appearing on her forehead. I sighed softly and crossed my arms, lowering my eyelashes for a second to peek over at the door that Kyler and Briar entered. I wonder how I should deal with this? Erase their memories of this interaction? No, they'd probably start the same crap again. But if I make them even angrier, they will most likely storm out of here and either start a lawsuit for "harassment," leave horrible reviews everywhere and or tell everyone they can about their "terrible" experience. I could see that happening.

"Mom," started the daughter, who looked around fifteen. "Can't we just ask the attendant to remove the clothes and kick her out? She's currently causing the AlleyCats' Treasures a loss in business 'cause of her attitude. They should just make her leave."

The attendant, having noticed that I came in with her boss earlier, began to politely refuse. "I cannot do that, Madam. This child is a guest, not a customer."

Well, she got most things down correctly. I will let the "child" part slide until we can greet each other properly. After all, I only have the appearance of a child.

The woman was now incensed. "Am I not a guest of this business? I came here to be with my daughter and look around. Do you all see me as some kind of moneybag? Where is your manager!"

Ah, so she is a Karen. I knew that term from Angel. Apparently he'd had a few run-ins with them when he was first starting out with his business. I'm sure part of the reason he'd really amped up his business was to get away from those people, since I now know what it's like to be in the presence of such an irritable, overreactive, entitled beast of a woman.

"Get him right now!" she roared, alerting other customers who'd come in and the attendant shrunk down.

"Dear guest, please calm down."

The woman's fierce gaze whipped to my pleasant expression. Her jaw ticked. "So you do work here. I'm going to leave lovely reviews from this place because of my treatment here as a customer!"

Honestly, I want to do nothing more than slap her silly, but I held back and did a polite bow at the waist. "Madam, I implore you to calm down. It isn't good for your health." I said quietly, still bowing my head.

Her humph of displeasure was like the needle in a balloon of tension, especially after she didn't continue. So I lifted my head and began to compliment both her and her daughter on their chosen outfits.

Most of my words were genuine, but I did have to lay it on thick at times, especially when they fished for more compliments. The entitled duo were all too happy to buy the clothes they'd chosen and promised to come back. But what they didn't know was that I had been carefully picking their brains and washing them clean of their ridiculous self-entitlement. As the pair headed downstairs, the attendant came over to me and began to both apologize and thank me profusely.

I chuckled and patted her hand. "It's fine. They won't leave any bad reviews anywhere or try to cause your boss any trouble. I guarantee it." I stated with a grin, my tail wagging even though she couldn't see it.

"You're so nice." she whispered, crouching down in front of me and then looking back up at my face. You came in with the boss, right? And Mr. Allaway, too."

"Yep, I sure did." I replied with a beaming smile. "Sorry if I caused any trouble."

"No, no, you really helped me out. I'm not too good at dealing with scary people like that, but I've gotten better since I started working for Mr. Cate."

"Briar Cate?" I asked, and she nodded. I replied, "That's good. I'm happy for you."

A little bell sounded and the attendant jumped up, thanking me again before hurrying to help someone in the far right corner. I rubbed the back of my neck, then saw the side door to my left open and Kyler came streaking out of there at high speed. Within a few long strides, he scooped me up and slammed the changing room door behind himself.

Kyler panted above me, his pretty blue-gray eyes wild and his cheeks aflame. I tentatively asked, "Ky, are you okay?"

Kyler didn't answer at first, so I used telepathy to contact Briar. "Is Ky okay?"

Briar's chuckles of amusement made me smile. "He's fine, Ann. He just got told that he has the green light from me."

"Green light?"

"Well, Kyler has been disturbed and distraught since yesterday over some emotions and feelings he's been experiencing since our arrival. He'll tell you in a minute or two once he calms down."

"Ooh, okay. Thanks, Bri."

Briar chuckled and told me he loved me, which I said to him, then I ended the mind call. Kyler swallowed thickly when my gaze refocused on his face as he remained hunched over me. He set my rear end onto the cylindrical seat and then knelt in front of me, which brought my mind back to Matteo. What exactly is going on here?

"Ky?" I whispered, stroking my knuckles under his jawline. He shivered and bit his lip, resting his fingers on the cushion next to my thighs.

"Th-this might sound absolutely crazy and totally unbelievable, Anwyll, but I really, really like you." he whispered shakily, his voice barely coming out as a squeak on the actual confession.

My fingers ceased their movements on the curves of his jaw. Kyler's blue-gray eyes were filled with anxiety as he waited for my response. To fill the space during my stunned silence, Kyler began to word-vomit what had been going on in his head.

"I-I honestly felt a little blossom of something fresh when you were all dominant with me. The gap between your appearance and that scary tone really threw me off, but I really liked it. And then I remembered that you're Briar's lover, so I felt horrible for having these weird but new feelings of interest towards you. So I battled my emotions and my thoughts, which is why I was so depressed today. I hated myself for wanting you, even though we only met yesterday.

"I selfishly and shamefully masturbated to you outside the guest bedroom while Briar fucked you senseless early this morning, and I even took your panties and jerked myself off repeatedly in my bed afterwards. I really felt horrible. You gave me a new life, yet I was repaying it with selfish lust.

"But Briar told me he noticed earlier how I felt about you and told me that you actually have a lot more lovers than him, yet you love him and the others equally in special ways. I was extremely jealous and envious until he told me that he would be perfectly happy to have me as another family member since he already considers me as more than just a brother."

"So all you need now is my approval and my feelings to be the same as yours." I remarked, crossing my legs. Kyler nodded, his blue-gray eyes dropping to my legs for a split second.

I'm actually happy that Kyler likes me and that Briar is pleased to have his really close friend added to our family. I also want to see what Kyler thinks of my dominant side now that I know how he feels about me.

Although I do want the rest of my lovers to know who would join our family. They also need to know that his life had been in the hand of the Evil Spider too, so that they're aware of how dangerous that man is in reality.

When I sent all of them a direct message through telepathy, they were all confused and alarmed at first, then some jealousy and envy, and finally excitement, happiness, and pleasure. Those were all their genuine feelings, so that made me extremely happy. I sent them my love and felt my insides grow warm and fuzzy when they gave me their love and well-wishes to stay safe.

"A-Anwyll?"

I refocused my attention on Kyler. "Did Bri tell you how many lovers I have?"

Kyler nodded. "Fourteen," he replied and then added, "Some are couples and there's a relationship with three people."

"Yes, and one other has a boyfriend who is a close friend of mine. I believe I am what is called a solo-polyamorist because there is no main relationship. Each and every relationship with my lovers is as special as they are to me. Are you okay with sharing me, Ky? I will love you for as long as I live, but I won't force you to stay if you get tired of me."

Kyler pouted. "I should be saying that," he muttered, then rested his head on my lap for a moment. "But don't worry, I have a sense that this isn't a passing infatuation because you saved my life. I was already attracted to your adorable appearance as soon as I saw you at the airport, then I was amazed at your strength, power, and care. The way Briar completely melted under your touch was fascinating to me. And, even though it's only been a little over a day since we first met, I just feel like you're it for me...other than Briar." he added with a whisper. He eyed me carefully. "Are you mad?"

I giggled and leaned forward to hug his neck. "Of course not, Ky. This makes me happy. I think Bri might be surprised but happy, too."

Kyler released a heavy breath of relief. "Thank goodness," he murmured, wrapping his long arms around my waist.

I leaned back a bit and cupped his cheeks, pushing my fingers into his light brown hair. His pretty blue-gray eyes sparkled with unfettered joy. I beamed and nuzzled his cheeks, my tail wagging and smacking against the closest walls.

"Anwyll, may I kiss you?"

My cheeks warmed and I nodded, then made a soft noise of pleasure as his lips caressed mine ever so gently. He pulled back with a fiery red blush on his face, dropping it to my chest with a happy sigh. I hugged Kyler's head.

How can such a cute person exist? He's a different kind of cute from my other lovers. They were all cute in their own ways—all of which made me swoon. Kyler was no different with his happy little noises that were muffled against my the junction of my neck and left shoulder.

"I'm so happy," he said, hugging me tighter. "I'm so fudging happy right now."

"Me too, Ky. Should we tell Bri the good news?"