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Drew 'Dr. Drakken' Lipski resisted the built in urge to scream. It would do no good. This was torture, and that is what you were supposed to do, but he resisted. For the past four hours, he resisted torture that no man should ever have to endure. He clenched his fists and internalized the feelings he had at this. Shego had shopped in the same store for FOUR HOURS! She had tried on the same outfits three times each, and was about to start on the fourth time. He knew that if he so much as whimpered, and she heard him, he was done for. He tried to find something to divert his attention in the store.
It was then when he happened upon one of the salesgirls that were not fawning over Shego, well, not fawning over Shego and Drakken's roll of money. He was rather pleased with himself that he brought along a roll of euros instead of American dollars. The salesgirl was sketching on a tablet. Nothing to out of the ordinary, except she was supposed to be working, not that Drew had a problem with that, he knew that he would go insane working here if there wasn't something to divert him. He casually, for him, glanced at the pad, he then hmmed at the work. It seemed to be clothing of some sort. It seemed that no one in the Lipski line knew a lot about fashion, but he knew good lines and curves from his mechanical creations. "Yes, that is it," he whispered.
The salesgirl must have heard him, for she clutched the top of her shirt, which was hanging open somewhat, and sat up straight. She was about to say something when she noticed that his gaze did not change. He was looking at her sketch. He was looking at her sketch while the woman who had come in with him was spending who knows how much money on the designer outfits in the store. "Pardon me, Signor, but what is it that you are looking at?"
"Hmm, oh, your sketch here, it is quite similar to something that I have in mind. I am in charge of an organization and am looking at changing the standard uniform. I hope that you don't mind that I thought of your sketch for a uniform. It's just that the lines and curves work very well for what I had in mind. I would need to have my partner look at it," Drakken said with a wave of the hand towards Shego. "If it is acceptable to her, then I would be willing to pay handsomely for the sole rights to it, and perhaps hire you on as a personal fashion designer. You can see that I need a change in outfits, and I think that she would love to have her own designer."
The girl just nodded mutely as he flagged down Shego's attention. Shego stalked towards him. "You said that I could shop till shopped out," she said coldly. She saw the sales girl pick up an art tablet and try to hide behind it as Drakken put up his hands in a placating manner.
"Now, now, business before pleasure, and then you can get back to shopping. The young lady here was sketching a design, and I happened to notice it. I was wondering what you think of it as a uniform for the 'rank and file'," Drakken explained, pointing to the art pad wrapped in the girls arms.
"Oh," was the only thing that Shego's mind could come up with as the anger drained away. "Well, let me see." She took the pad from the girl and looked at it for a minute. She flipped back through the pages and hmm'ed and huh'ed, and there was one, 'oh, I like that' in the time period that seemed to be an eternity to the young woman whose rough sketches were being considered as a full portfolio. Finally, Shego came to the first page of the pad and smiled, "Now THAT would look wonderful on me, in black and green, of course."
"Any color you would like, Ma'am, but I have to admit that those are my rough sketches that you hold. My portfolios have the finished sketches of some of them. I have produced some in miniature, and a few full sized, but my teachers didn't really care for my style," said the girl.
Shego snorted. She turned to Drakken, "Make her an offer." She turned to the girl, "Your teachers are full of it. If what I saw in your 'rough sketches' (Yes, Shego used air-quotes here) is any indications, I might just let you redesign my personal outfit." Shego then turned and walked back to the waiting salesgirls and resumed shopping, though not at such an intense frame of mind, after all, she had her own designer now.
In less than an hour Shego and Drakken left the store. The purchases would be delivered to the lair, not that they knew it was a lair. Also, Drakken now had in their employee a young, impressionable, talented fashion designer to design and make the uniforms for their Legion of Terror.
