"There. Is finish." Ulyana stepped back and scrawled the last series of measurements in her notepad, completing the topological survey of Allison's boobs.
Allison sat back down on the chair (gingerly this time so as not to incur the wrath of the dust spirit that dwelled there) and reached behind her for her bra.
"Lets us now talk price. For job like this: figuring materials, time to make, consultation; say, four hundred and fifty American dollars."
"Gah!" It wasn't even a word, but it expressed what Allison was feeling. She was expecting this to be pricey, but nowhere near what was just quoted. What little money she made as a research librarian disappeared into paying off her school debt, with a little over for rent and other living expenses. "I don't have that much." She said glumly. "Can't you make the bra cheaper somehow?"
"Always cheaper." Ulyana actually spit on the carpet. "Do not come to Ulyana Ivanov for cheap. There is Save-U-Rite close by. Take highway going north, exit Farnsworth Ave. Good price, quality not so good. Maybe you find bra in your size."
"Please, I just need something that will work until I save enough to get a reduction."
Ulyana's eyebrows shot up. "Reduction- feh. But save, eh? How much in savings?"
Allison's reply was automatic. "Four hundred and seventy three dollars." She grew angry with herself when she realized her mistake. "No, no, no! THESE-" she pointed angrily to the breasts pooled in her lap "-are history. Just as soon as I get six... thousand... dollars." Her health insurance listed reductions as elective invasive surgeries, so the money would have to come out of pocket. And dammit, six thousand dollars was going to take a long time to save. Could she go that long while wearing her torture-bra? Her aching shoulders and sore back screamed no. -sigh- Allison dug around her purse for her checkbook.
"Ulyana stepped back and scrawled the last series of measurements in her notepad, completing the topological survey of Allison's boobs." I love that sentence.
Somebody talk some sense into Allison! Reductions are bad! ^_^
"reduction? FEH!" thats what I say ^-^! now about the, not letting anyone close, it's my immagination so I might as well say later on I become her boyfriend, you know, since noone else calles it ^_^!
Allison sat back down on the chair (gingerly this time so as not to incur the wrath of the dust spirit that dwelled there) and reached behind her for her bra.
"Lets us now talk price. For job like this: figuring materials, time to make, consultation; say, four hundred and fifty American dollars."
"Gah!" It wasn't even a word, but it expressed what Allison was feeling. She was expecting this to be pricey, but nowhere near what was just quoted. What little money she made as a research librarian disappeared into paying off her school debt, with a little over for rent and other living expenses. "I don't have that much." She said glumly. "Can't you make the bra cheaper somehow?"
"Always cheaper." Ulyana actually spit on the carpet. "Do not come to Ulyana Ivanov for cheap. There is Save-U-Rite close by. Take highway going north, exit Farnsworth Ave. Good price, quality not so good. Maybe you find bra in your size."
"Please, I just need something that will work until I save enough to get a reduction."
Ulyana's eyebrows shot up. "Reduction- feh. But save, eh? How much in savings?"
Allison's reply was automatic. "Four hundred and seventy three dollars." She grew angry with herself when she realized her mistake. "No, no, no! THESE-" she pointed angrily to the breasts pooled in her lap "-are history. Just as soon as I get six... thousand... dollars." Her health insurance listed reductions as elective invasive surgeries, so the money would have to come out of pocket. And dammit, six thousand dollars was going to take a long time to save. Could she go that long while wearing her torture-bra? Her aching shoulders and sore back screamed no. -sigh- Allison dug around her purse for her checkbook.
Ulyana's face lit up with a triumphant smile.