Reserved for: Darkwing and Malicia.
Ah, retail therapy. Could there be anything more rewarding than an evening in St. Canard's Shopping District, where shoes (with pairs intact) were a-plenty, and retailers had grown wise enough to stock clothing in her 'unique' size.
Malicia needed this badly. After losing Negaduck's soul to a faulty contract, and the subsequent punishment that came with it, she wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole affair and move on. She had a budding business to think about now after all, and there was still her modelling career to consider.
That was why, tonight, she found herself, both hands filled with shopping bags, cutting through an alleyway toward the Warehouse District. It was also why she now found herself surrounded by 4 thugs, who stopped her on her path and circled her like hungry wolves.
"Whatchya got there, girlie?" One of the men, a muscular bulldog, smiled acridly.
"Looks to me like the lady engaged in the time-honored tradition of exchanging money for goods and services." Said another. "And judging by all dem goods, it musta been alotta money.
"Wonder how much you still got on you, yeah?" Said the third, swooping in to check for a purse.
Malicia, who regarded the group with little amusement, shouldered away from him. "You boys are awfully curious. Do you know they say about curiosity?"
The leader of the pack swooped in front of Malicia, placing his hands on her shoulders. "No, but I can tell you what they say about mouthy broads who hang out in alleyways wearing get-ups like yours." He tugged at the green dress, dragging it down with his index finger to expose her cleavage. "And what you deserve."