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After recovering from your laughing fit, you notice that Xer'a has moved away from you and gone her way.

You orient yourself a bit and can spot her and go to her.

"Please forgive me," you say honestly. "But the situation, was just too funny for me."

As you look at her, you notice that her look is rather sad and disappointed. This suddenly affects you.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"*sniff* It's okay."

"How now? I thought I said something wrong."

"No, it wasn't. "

"Then what?"

"*sniff* I'm out of chocolate."

". . . What?"

"I'm still hungry."

"I thought-"

"I don't want you to think you fool, I want you to bring me more of that chocolate stuff."

The sadness on her face, was suddenly gone. She was now that imperious person again that she had been before. As you sigh loudly, you notice how some passersby walking by you seem to be eyeing Xer'a in particular. She, however, seems to notice it as well.

"What are you looking at?!" she yells at some of the passersby. Some of them, startled, continue walking. Others shake their heads before leaving.

"What's their problem?" At this, she looks at you grimly again.

"Can I speak?" you ask her, a little annoyed.

"Whether you can, I don't know. But yes, you may speak."

You save yourself a stupid comment and just start talking.

"Your outfit is very revealing."

"Huh?" she looks down at herself. "I always look like this."

"Well, Earth women wear clothes that cover a little more skin."

"So?" She doesn't seem to understand the problem.

"Well, what you're wearing passes for underwear, at best, on us."

Now she seems to understand what you mean. When you say that, she seems to be thinking.

"I see, how about this?"

She touches her shoulders and her clothes with her hands, seeming to liquefy and cover her skin more and more.

"How's that?" she finally asks you as she, well, changes her clothes.

"A little better."

That it is, at best, a swimsuit, you better not tell her.

"Great," she says, pleased. "Then let's get some more chocolate."

She turns on the spot and continues walking in a good mood.

You're sure of it. This night is going to last a long time.

To be continued

Description
After recovering from your laughing fit, you notice that Xer'a has moved away from you and gone her way.

You orient yourself a bit and can spot her and go to her.

"Please forgive me," you say honestly. "But the situation, was just too funny for me."

As you look at her, you notice that her look is rather sad and disappointed. This suddenly affects you.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"*sniff* It's okay."

"How now? I thought I said something wrong."

"No, it wasn't. "

"Then what?"

"*sniff* I'm out of chocolate."

". . . What?"

"I'm still hungry."

"I thought-"

"I don't want you to think you fool, I want you to bring me more of that chocolate stuff."

The sadness on her face, was suddenly gone. She was now that imperious person again that she had been before. As you sigh loudly, you notice how some passersby walking by you seem to be eyeing Xer'a in particular. She, however, seems to notice it as well.

"What are you looking at?!" she yells at some of the passersby. Some of them, startled, continue walking. Others shake their heads before leaving.

"What's their problem?" At this, she looks at you grimly again.

"Can I speak?" you ask her, a little annoyed.

"Whether you can, I don't know. But yes, you may speak."

You save yourself a stupid comment and just start talking.

"Your outfit is very revealing."

"Huh?" she looks down at herself. "I always look like this."

"Well, Earth women wear clothes that cover a little more skin."

"So?" She doesn't seem to understand the problem.

"Well, what you're wearing passes for underwear, at best, on us."

Now she seems to understand what you mean. When you say that, she seems to be thinking.

"I see, how about this?"

She touches her shoulders and her clothes with her hands, seeming to liquefy and cover her skin more and more.

"How's that?" she finally asks you as she, well, changes her clothes.

"A little better."

That it is, at best, a swimsuit, you better not tell her.

"Great," she says, pleased. "Then let's get some more chocolate."

She turns on the spot and continues walking in a good mood.

You're sure of it. This night is going to last a long time.

To be continued