Chapter 4.

Emma bounced up and down, feeling out the new clothing she had purchased. Jeans, the woman had told her. They clung to her skin, showing the shape of her leg, yet they were comfortable like the trousers she often wore back home. She also had a red jacket, leather, but not like the leather she normally wore. This was softer and you couldn't really feel the hide of the cow. It was amazing.

"Killian, I am loving dressing like a New Yorker."

"Aye mate," he said running his hand up and down his own leather jacket, which was black. "I do feel like a fool though in this shirt. How am I supposed to attract the ladies if they cannot see the shape of my chest?" Emma shrugged. Yes the clothing was different, but at least it was comfortable.

"Tell me Killian, honestly, how do I look?" She turned to him, her jacket open, jeans tight and tall brown boots with small heels on her feet.

"I think it is time to find your queen."

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"Is it my imagination Killian, or does every woman in the city have a mental problem?" Emma asked as they made their way from the subway station back to their temporary home. They had been to every lesbian bar on the list provided by The Google, and while Killian had found some success, with a woman who enjoyed 'the group thing', Emma had none. Some were too into past lives, some were interested only in sex and she was sure that last one she had spoken to was not a woman at all. It was so confusing. She had come all this way, to a city named Queens, yet she couldn't find a single woman who fit her criteria.

"I am starting to think we will never find your Queen your highness." Now Emma knew even he was giving up hope. He never called her by her title. Emma kicked a piece of trash as she shuffled her way down the street. There had to be something she was missing. Something she didn't know. A secret to finding nice women in this realm.

As they made their way back to their home, they caught Mr. Martinez, the man who owned the clothing store where they bought their New York attire.

"Mr. Martinez." Emma nodded as they walked.

"Hey! My European immigrants. How are you two?" Emma thought about saying fine and continuing on, but maybe this was her chance to get some insight into how this realm worked.

"Sir….where does one go to find nice women here?"

"Oh you have get out and look, they won't just fall in your lap."

"But we've been to every bar in Queens, lesbian and regular," Killian said. The old man laughed.

"Well that is where you messed up son," he said leaning back with a grin. "You aren't going to find a good woman there. You have to go where the nice girls are. The library, there's some good girls there…or the museum…or even this place I am going tonight, a rally hosted by the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce. It's going to be some fine women there. Good clean educated girls. That's why I'm going." He had a lecherous grin that almost rivaled Killian's.

"Do you mind if we accompany you?" Emma asked.

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Emma and Killian arrived just in time for the Miss Latin Awareness pageant. Emma had to push against Killian's shoulder several times to tell him to wipe the drool from his mouth as they made their way to the seats. The women were dressed in bikinis showing off very pleasing shapes. Emma had to lick her lips a few times herself.

"These are apparently the best woman Queens has to offer. Pick one and then let's go home," Killian said. "If you want we can ask them to turn around so you can get a better idea of who you want."

"Patience, Kil," Emma said tapping him on the leg. The event was quite thrilling. The speaker seemed to be repeating the same thing over and over, and the audience kept murmuring agreements and humming. Emma tried to join in, even screaming an "Amen" with the crowd in excitement.

Most peculiar.

They sat through a musical number that Emma wasn't sure she enjoyed, and listened to a few more speakers. It seemed she was just going to have to pick one of the women at random to get to know.

"Before we go any further, we want to recognize our major sponsors tonight, Cora, Zelena and Regina Mills of Mills Enterprises," the speaker said. "And now, let's hear from one of our organizers, Ms. Regina Mills, CFO of Mills Enterprises."

"Gosh I do not think I can sit through another one of these speeches Emma, just pick a-" Killian was stopped by a hand over his mouth. Turning his head slightly, he saw Emma staring intensely at the stage, mouth agape with a look of determination in her eyes.

"Wait," the princess commanded, looking at the newest speaker. Killian followed Emma's green eyes to the woman standing at the mic, and he could understand her fascination. Short black hair, dark eyes and olive-skinned, the woman was a beauty. She wore a fitted grey dress with a belt at the waist. Though the dress was conservative, stopping just below the knee, it was easy to see the well toned body.

"She is gorgeous," Emma murmured to no one in particular.

"….it's up to us to provide a place where the children can express themselves and learn about their heritage. We need to reopen the Lincoln Center," Regina Mills said. "Ushers will be coming your way with donation baskets, so please give all you can. We are happy for whatever you can give. Please know that your donations will be matched and doubled by Mills Enterprises."

Emma stared in awe at the woman on the stage. Not only was she beautiful, but she was articulate and seemed to genuinely care about those in this community. The blonde couldn't speak as Killian passed her the red donation basket, but she tapped him to pass her money. He took out what was left over from one of the stacks they had brought, giving it to Emma for her to decide how much they were going to give. She put the entire amount in the basket.

"Emma," he whispered as she passed the basket along. "That was 10,000 New York money."

"She is wonderful," Emma murmured still staring. Regina was still speaking, but Emma couldn't hear a word she said, too focused on the perfect red mouth that was forming the words. When the MC thanked her and led her off the stage, Emma was tempted to stand and scream for an encore.

"You can visit Mills Metal Enterprises at their main location at 4319 10th St, Long Island City, NY 11101," the speaker said.