Chương 33: CH 33: Mugle Born
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
"Do I need a permit to visit my beautiful mother," I answered, watching in satisfaction as she blushed under the compliment. It was nice to see the words carrying a weight even after all those encounters. Even more welcome was the way she reached her robe, loosening it already. "No need to hurry up, mother," I said, placing my hand over hers, halting her movement. "I realized that we are spending most of our time in a certain kind of way." She blushed, as it wasn't really hard to deduce I was referring to the mind-blowing sex we were having. But with it, came a bit of fear, one I was happy to see. "So I decided we are going to have an outdoor date, complete with a shopping expedition."
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"But…" she murmured, only fall silent, her face thick red. I could have completed the sentence but chose not to, watching her wallow in her shyness, trying to utter the sentence. It was puzzling to me how she could feel shy speaking about the things we were doing while she was more than happy to do in bed, but it didn't prevent me from enjoying the struggle on her face. "But, we won't be able to be intimate," she managed to say at the end.
"No worries," I said, dragging my hand over her face. "After all, we're going out for the muggle London, and I'm sure we won't meet anyone that knows us."
"But they are filthy barbarians," she answered automatically, an expression of revulsion on her face.
"Come on, mother. Have you ever been to Muggle London."
"Once," she murmured. "But everywhere was so noisy and crowded, I was only able to stand for it for a few minutes."
I chuckled. "Don't worry, the place I'm going to bring you will be better." She nodded, and I raised my wand, transfiguring her robe into a modest blouse and a medium length skirt, shifting my clothing alongside with hers. She checked herself in the mirror, clearly unsatisfied. To be fair, it wasn't my best work, as there was no real need for it as well, considering our initial target. "Don't worry about your clothing, our first stop is a department store where we'll find something much sexier to you," I said, caressing her leg for emphasis. Then, before she could say anything else, I grabbed her hand and apparated us to a side street near the city center. I had no fear of being noticed by muggles, because I had already set up a small bubble there in a previous visit, reinforced by defensive wards and notice-me-not charms.
"What do you think," I asked her as we walked through the streets, not really crowded since it was still working hours.
"It's better than my previous visit," she murmured in fascination. "The buildings are much taller, and everything looks nicer." She looked at the surroundings, her attention caught by the dresses on the store windows. "Such colorful dresses," she murmured. Her fascination with the dresses was understandable. While somehow the muggle fashion for underwear had permeated to the magical world, the same couldn't be said for the dresses. Ugly robes still reigned supreme. A disgrace, in my opinion, as the magical world had so many spectacular women, that it was a crime to hide them from the sight.
"It's nice to see you enjoy it, mother," I said even as I sneaked my hand around her waist, pulling her tight, noting the way she happily merged to my body, showing that she had lost even the slightest concern about our prolonged intimacy. It was good because it meant that I could push her even further.
Wordless, we walked through the upscale streets of London, affluent stores and people flowing on both sides, until we came to a stop in front of a store that displayed a range of evening dresses on its windows. None of them sported any price tag, but I knew that even the cheapest one cost in four figures. A sum that would be a concern for the most cases, especially with the exorbitant conversion ratio between galleon and pound. But I found a good solution. A nighttime visit to Latin America, to the compound of a mid-level drug lord, invisible. A few careful applications of the Imperius and I was richer by ten million, and an overpowered obliviate ensured that there was no sign of my presence.
Normally, using that money would be a huge problem, considering I had no income in the muggle side to explain the money. But, goblins were always ready to assist me in that kind of issues, for a hefty fee of forty percent. A different kind of robbery for sure, but it was worth it considering it provided me with a perfect paper trail for the money, including establishing a company which I could use for my further investment needs. And currying favor with Goblins through bringing them the additional business was always a welcome detail.
We walked inside the store, and one of the salespeople moved towards us, an obvious distaste in her face, assuming that we were not likely to afford anything based on the state of our clothing. I flashed a card towards her, and she continued her walk, but the expression on her face much more schooled now. An Amex Centurion was almost magical in its presence, after all.
"How can I help you," she said, her enthusiasm boundless now that she was aware of my bottomless pockets, signifying a significant commission.
"We are looking for some cocktail dresses," I answered before Narcissa could even speak.
"Of course, this way please," she said, leading us to the second floor, where a nice waiting room was waiting for us with a comfortable looking sofa and a table piled with light refreshments. I sat down, sipping some sparkling water as Narcissa stepped towards the multitude of dresses that rested on the hangers, each more elaborate than the last. The sales assistant moved with her, and they started a long discussion about the cuts, fabrics, and other aspects of the dresses. I said nothing, content to watch Narcissa switching through a set of dresses, each sexier than the last.
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