"I am not so sure that this is a good idea Fex."
"What's not good about it? It's flawless. We shall bring our Prince back the perfect Tithe and once again we shall be in his good graces."
"I agree that we need to redeem ourselves, but I'm just not sure this is the way to go about it."
Fex of Rivenhell looked over at his companion Dax, a sneer crossing his milky features.
"What is your exact problem with my plan, Dax?"
Dax looked around the place called Oakridge Plaza Mall. There were people everywhere rushing this way and that, bumping into each other and barely acknowledging one another. It was all so different and strange from the world that he was used to.
"Well," Dax swallowed awkwardly. "These Earth women seem to be quite different from the women on our planet. I am not sure any of them would agree to be a Tithe."
Fex looked at Dax as if he had grown another head.
"Are you mad? That is heresy you speak. Any female would be honored to be named Tithe of the Crown Prince of Rea."
"I agree with you my friend, any female who actually
knew
of the Prince. But these females are not of our world. They are not even of our galaxy and the more I watch them and see how independent they seem..."
"A woman is a woman is a woman, you simpleton, and any woman who sets eyes on the Prince will be glad to be his Tithe."
"But—"
"No, I shan't listen to your foolishness anymore. If you do not like my plan you can go wait in the ship, but I will be the one to take all the credit when the Prince chooses our Tithe." With that statement ringing in the air Fex turned his back to his companion's muttering and complaints.
*****
Ilaria Hamilton sighed deeply as she left yet another store empty handed. Her search for an evening dress to wear to the Historical Honors Society Ball was not going very well at all. Her African-American heritage had made damn sure of that. At the age of twenty four Ilaria was almost 5 feet 7 inches tall with a body that "wouldn't quit". At least that what her girlfriends said. Ilaria, however, found her 34DD- 24- 40 frame to be nothing but a pain in the ass. Every dress she had tried on had either revealed too much on top, hugged too tightly on the bottom, or fit her like a circus tent. It was impossible to find a dress that would be a classy, yet sexy fit over her breasts and ass, while still fitting to her slim waistline.
She had found one dress that was obviously made for some trophy wife with implants, but when she had tried to fit the damn thing over the wide spread of her hips, she had run into disaster.
There's probably not a single garment in this whole goddamn mall that's built to accommodate a black girl's ass,
Ilaria thought angrily as she stormed out of Macy's. It was no use; she would just have to wear last year's dress, the black and white one that made her look like Shamu.
Rolling her eyes up to the sky as if to ask "Why me?" Ilaria made her way to the nearest exit.
*****
"That is the one." Fex whispered to Dax. The female had walked by not two feet away from him. She had an exquisite, elvan-like face, with lovely black hair that curled down to the small of her back, but it was not those features that called to him. Fex had grown up with his Prince, and he knew him well. The Prince liked luscious women, with full curves either on the top or bottom. This woman was blessed in both places.
"Who?" Dax asked, speaking through a Cinnabon.
"The female walking through the doors."
Dax narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.
"The one with the dark skin?"
