CHAPTER 23Standing before the large walk-in closet, the other Ping shoved several pieces of clothing toward Mara, and she pulled back, repulsed at the thought of wearing whatever it was.
“Are those leather pants? Do you want my ass to look the size of Nebraska? No. No way I’m wearing that. In no realm would I voluntary put that stuff on my body,” she said.
“First off, this is not leather. It’s a flexible durable blend that you—well, she—invented that looks like leather, yet completely synthetic and quite comfortable. As far as your hindquarters, yours appear to be identical in size and shape to my Mara’s, and she made these”—he waved one leg of the russet brown pants at her, which flopped back onto his shoulder—“with the express purpose of covering said hindquarters in a way she found ac
