*Narrator*
The shopkeeper stares at the pile of silk nothings that the she-wolf has determined she requires. He's never had one customer purchase so many items during one visit.
Silk stockings for every day of the week, chemises of the softest cotton, satin nightdresses, lacy shawls. One of everything is not enough for this she-wolf, but he didn't object after she took him to task because she spoke as though she were someone who might take tea with the queen.
But she was dressed as a common laborer. He looks at her signature in his ledger beside the total amount owed to him. No gent is going to pay that much for his servant's madness. He shouldn't bother the fellow. He should have stopped the she-wolf before it got this far, but fool that he is, he kept hearing coins dropping into his
