As she ousted herself from the building, every step she made emitted a clamping noise, but the air flew throughout her clothes, creating motion in her clothing’s fabric.
She would explore clothing stores, jumping through every clothing store, even designer ones, for the sake of vanity.
Until she settled for one store, she entered the store, examining the clothes with a hand on her chin.
She scanned the fabric of every piece of clothing. She would say, “Hmmmmm…” before a male in a well-tailored suit stepped in. He had a futuristic monocle with a pulsing orange light, was wearing a business suit, and had clean hair, exuding masculinity with a balance of youth.
His arms were on his back, and then he asked, “Hello there, how may I help you? ”
Ava, whose spine was bent, faced the person with wide eyes that were disarming and answered, “I wanted to know of clothing that fits the term ‘formal’ just for my meeting in an Italian restaurant.”
The man got curious, “Formal? You say? ”
“Very well, customer,” he nodded elegantly before walking to the section showing the clothes that may befit her preferences.
And upon the recommendations that the man had beckoned her to were a collection of dresses that may fit Ava's purview for her date.
One has an asymmetrical shoulder-like dress, another was a regular dress, then a Kylie wrap dress, and various clothing styles that are numerous, each with different colors.
The man used his hands and eyes, his spine bent but scanning, trying to aid Ava in choosing which of the dresses would fit her taste.
For a while, nothing catches her eyes; nothing begets her of any sensual value until one instance.
This dress resembled a dark velvet with off shoulders; her eyes were widened, and her mouth was agape with vigor, revealing its teeth that her hand closed through the hanger.
The man noticed and approached her with an inquiry, “Did something in mind pique your interest? ”
The girl looked at him and nodded, her finger pointing at the clothing, with wide eyes and agape mouth.
Ava nodded. “This cloth would fit for my meeting tonight; show me what this dress can do,” with a challenging, playful smile.
The receptionist acquiesced that he pulled out his hand and touched it, where he took the dress from the hanger with his hand; soon he pulled up with his two hands, and he slowly walked to a wide cylindrical shape with bevels.
Soon the cylindrical layer begins to rotate where the cloth starts to float upon the receptionist letting go of the clothing that it floats.
Soon at the upper layer of the cylindrical disk begins to do an airlock open, releasing a swarm of nanites from the layer that it combined itself into a human doll resembling a well-figured bio-synthetic mannequin with no face.
The synthetic body that combined itself while the cloth was levitating wired it upon its morphing completion—it had a unique sound with a whirr.
Ava watched in awe at the sheer demonstration of this technology.
The man slightly angles his head upwards with villain-like planning hand gestures on his pelvis.
Where he marked, “The velvet is equipped with environmental and cold adaptability, technology you see from another company, Nanojasmine-07.”
Ava looked at him and asked, “Nanojasmine-07, that’s new. What’s that? ” with a curious face but somewhat perplexed, having not heard of it
The man answered, “Oh, it’s like some fashion company started by some nobody; you have to admit their R&D centers were well-invested.”
“Back to the point, visualize yourself in a cold environment or in an environment that is sweaty; the nanofibers will keep your homeostasis even with such odds.”
“It also possesses the capability to adapt itself based on one’s figure; I can assure you would be turning heads while drowning in comfortability in your velvet dress, miss.”
Ava makes an arc in her smile. “Impressive… I can see why this fabric caught my eye; it has good specs.”
The man, meanwhile, tickled his fingers as if he was scheming. Ava’s curiosity got the better of her, and she asked him, “How much is this? Can I try it on?” ”
The man looked down at her. “Yes, you may; please do so in the changing room.” Soon the nanites forming the mannequin dissolved back to the cylinder with the futuristic airlock open, where the return of its nanofibers had closed the mechanism.
The clothing was still afloat. Ava took the dress and rushed to the changing rooms, where Ava placed her handbag on the hanger and took on the dark-velvet dress.
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Soon she emerged from the changing rooms; donning a dark-velvet dress, she looked every part, with the dark hair, her melanated green eyes, and her hourglass figure.
Every duration of her locomotion emphasizes her curves, so it’s making an impression on the receptionist's eyes.
The man stoically stood and complimented, “Well, look who emerged from the shadows.”
“May I know the name of the future possessor of this dress?” he bowed with reverence as the palm rested on his chest.
Ava giggled and reciprocated, “Well, your reverence is well-noted, mister. My name is Ava, and I am here to purchase this dress.”
She placed a hand on her waist and let out a finger touching the man's lips and said, “And when I am well-known, you best remember this moment.”
The man lifts himself up. “Should I complete the transaction with a card of yours, it will be my sincere honor.”
Ava nodded and said, “Yeah, I will just go get my bag.” The man’s eye flickered as the evanescent display of Hollywoodness evaporated as the young girl headed off rushingly to the changing room to get her handbag.
The man shook his head with a smile, “Well, there is a lot for her to learn,” with a little bit of disappointment.
She grabbed a card and then handed it to him, and the man processed it. The man’s eyes were shocked. “Wow… This is going to be expensive.”
“18,000”
Even Ava noticed the person’s face that she nodded, but calmed herself after the transaction was complete.
Ava then soon heads to the changing rooms, back to her normal outfit, waving her hand towards the gentleman who processed her transaction, carrying a plastic bag to the exit of the boutique.
She soon arrived back at Elysium's hotel and was in her room inspecting the new dress that was on the room’s bed with artistic zeal but with a rational intellectual evaluation, but not changing her facial gesture.
Ava’s hand slowly touched the silk and its obsidian-like texture.
“It was expensive, but it’s worth it.”
“The fabric, the silk…” Ava’s finger slid on it, appreciating its composition.
She then sat next to the unworn but polished dress, and she pulled out her phone and texted, “I am ready” to the person.
The user replied, “Well, I will be seeing you in the Italian restaurant soon at 5:00 pm; make sure to get ready. :)”
Ava got curious and asked, “Where would you be picking me up then? ”
The person handed out the location, somewhere around Sector 451. Ava analyzed it and responded, “Very well, do I need to wear makeup?”
The user replied, “Up to you, but I prefer you eat the dishes without feeling conscious of yourself.”
Ava replied, “Awh, that’s sweet of you; you are a very considerate person. I will be seeing you there. Chao”
Ava then headed to the restroom in her room; facing the mirror, her face angled upwards to the left, the mirror reflected her beautiful self now wearing the velvet dress she bought.
She then inserted a little bit of eyelashes with a tiny bit of precision, and then she pulled out a cheap lipstick, twisting it before dipping it into her mouth.
Ava’s head was facing the reflection directly; she was looking the part, trying to pass off as ‘glamorous’ for her target.
Soon Ava plucked the lipstick away, instinctually placing it on the table while staring at the reflection. Her eyes stared at the reflection, and her mouth was not smiling.
There she sensed a reflection that didn’t fit her; it seemed like she was about to enter the dangerous passageway where there was no coming back.
She mused to herself, “This is how it should be… The tides have changed.”
“There is no going back, nor undoing what has yet to be done.”
Ava then returned to her bedroom; the curtains were pulled upwards, and it was near evening—stargazing at the lights outside the planet whose pulse was very little.
She headed off, leaving the stars that were dim in the afternoon to fade with her handbag wrapped around her shoulders with the velvet dress.
She managed to arrive at the location with the velvet dress. Every head was turning. She was an unrecognizable person but was presumed to be a celebrity or a gold digger in the making awaiting her provider.
Ava, taking notice of this, frowned, “Oh no… Not this again… The attention is too much, but I must endure.”
She then raised her hand, swung her jet-black hair, and smiled, “Sorry boys, nothing good will come out just by glancing at me; my date with someone might get spoiled if you keep looking in my direction.”
Ava then felt under pressure; her body felt tense. Gravity was pulling her downwards so that the people from her back stared at her with a confused expression.
Soon a parent with a kid passing by pointed at Ava, who already resembled a character from a cartoon, and exhaled, “Wow…. Is that a princess I saw from that one cool sci-fi movie, where the guy saves the girl from a monster who is about to destroy the whole world?”
Ava froze, her eyes twitched at the sheer temerity of this pubescent's comment. Ava’s hand turned tense as she slowly fidgeted with her hands at her dress’s waist, scratching it.
Her teeth ground, and she muttered, “Nothing else… Mattered anymore.”
She stared upward in the sky, surveying the skyroads and the air traffic of the antigravity vehicles. Soon a distinct vehicle popped out, sliding downwards to the floor before angling up like a curve before successfully descending on the floor, levitating.
It parked in front of her presence.
Soon the door opened from the other side, showing a man with less mustache and bald hair. He was seen wearing glasses and said in a monotone tone, “Get in.”
Ava approached the vehicle without speaking and opened the side door and entered. The interiors were exquisite as the man re-entered the vehicle and introduced himself to Ava, “My name is Kurt.”
Before adjusting some controls in the vehicle with some soft but professional taps with the interface and buttons, the flying classic cruised, making an upward curve.
Ava placed her elbow on the interior of the door’s panel, holding her cheeks with a rather bored face.
The man then asked politely but with a rather professional tone, as if it were work, “How are you? ”
Ava did not pay him a glance but answered with a rather disinterested tone, “I am doing alright, just nothing fancy. I guess.”
Kurt made a smart quip: “Well, you wouldn’t be feeling that way once we arrived in the restaurant.”
Ava silently nodded as he focused on driving his vehicle before parking his car in a parking lot next to the Italian restaurant where they descended; both individuals exited the vehicle, with them moving slightly towards the entrance of the restaurant.
