Blaze and Rhonda: Indulge
"Oh Blaze, you must try this one! It's simply exquisite!"
The lavender feline could only raise an eyebrow at the dress being presented to her.
It kind of reminded her of her royal gown—deep purple, red sapphire on the hem, and white fuzz on the bottom of the dress.
To be honest, Blaze couldn't say she thought much of the article of clothing.
Being isolated and taunted for most of her life, she had never seen much of a reason to deck herself like a living play doll.
Unfortunately for her, the girl in red was apparently on a whole different mindset.
Regardless of her cat companion's protests, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (a name Blaze has rather involuntarily memorized) would simply refuse to take "no" for an answer.
Blaze's back was to Rhonda so therefore the rich child had no way to decipher the feline's expression from her current angle.
'Although I have to admit...that dress isn't all bad, right? I mean...,' mused the princess with a slight smile.
Blaze quickly pulled herself out of her reverie, shocked!
'What am I thinking?'
But the dress...Yes, it was beautiful...Oh the heck with it, it was drop-dead gorgeous, but...Argh!
The mauve pyrokinetic nearly jumped out of her fur at the contact somebody's hand suddenly made at her shoulder. Turning her head, Blaze hummed a bit in confusion at the oddly sage look on Rhonda's face. The crimson-clad girl merely tsked.
"Oh, Blaze, Blaze, Blaze—I'm not saying become a fashion diva (which is not as easy as I make it look, I assure you) but at least try something for yourself. Besides, since when has a little indulgence ever hurt anybody?"
Blaze was just about to retort...then stopped upon realizing the odd logic behind Rhonda's words. Believe it or not, that suggestion sounded like something Amy would say...and Blaze knew that the pink hedgehog had her heart in the right place (most of the time at least). Heck, one could even say Amy and Rhonda had much in common (aside from the former's love craze of course).
In fact, now the mauve feline thought it, Rhonda's words and intentions did sound sincere (even if slightly out of character with the pre-teen's usually haughty demeanor).
Besides, Rhonda did make a valid point: a little indulgence every once in a while could never be that detrimental...it actually sounded kind of fun in fact.
So with that same grin growing on her muzzle, Blaze faced Rhonda.
"I suppose I could try just one dress."