Page 7 of Free for Adventure

“I understand that this is an industry, but I just can’t spend that much on something I won’t wear again.”

Ahheel grimaced. “There was another tag?”

“Yup. So, it was lovely, but not for me. Frankly, it has the same price as my first car, and I don’t think I could even breathe in it.”

Ohno sighed. “But it looks so good on you.”

“I don’t wear things that I worry about. I also know I am paying the tourist tax, so that is another thing.”

Ahheel smiled. “I was going to offer you a discount.”

Amby put her hand up. “Not necessary. But despite my cousin making her home out here, I am going to do this and return to my nice and quiet life.”

Ohno sighed and then paused. “You have a cousin here?”

“Yes. I have done an interview with the king, so she and her pack will be there.”

Ahheel paused. “What is your cousin’s name?”

“Haravin Dillard. Hara.”

Ohno walked around to stare at her. “Haravin? She’s the beta of the Treasure Pack. Yeah, she could keep Kekoa calm, all right. I was there when she met the ocean. She’s... do you do that?”

“Oh, the statue thing? No. That isn’t my style. I can’t hold my breath under water, and I am not bulletproof.”

Ahheel took the dresses numbly and removed the tags before folding the dresses carefully and sliding them into a woven bag with the boutique’s name on it.

She snagged it.

Ohno paused. “You don’t have any swimwear, do you?”

“No. Snorkelling is scheduled for the last day, so I have some time.” She looked at Ohno. “Can’t I just go commando under a wetsuit?”

“The waters are warm right now. Proper swimwear is more practical.”

She grimaced. “Fine. Just point me at a shop.”

Ahheel walked to the wall of her boutique and pulled, opening a hidden room covered with brightly coloured suits.

“Why are these hidden?”

Ohno chuckled. “They are Ahheel’s personal stash. She only brings them out for folks she considers worthy.”

Ahheel smiled. “Come on, Amby. The sooner we start, the sooner we are finished.”

“Fine, but I have to cut this out of the video.”

Ohno smirked. “We won’t tell. I have seen thousands of women in swimwear. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

She shrugged. “I am not going to challenge that.”

Ahheel started gathering two-piece suits.

“Ah-ah. One piece, racer style.”

“Damn. One two-piece?”

“Sure. I won’t wear it, but it will be a nice memento.”