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But Menge shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not. That will never do for the most
powerful woman in the Cineverse ." He clutched her hand even more tightly than
before. "For, now that you are at my side, you will be very powerful."

He stopped abruptly.

"Perhaps we shall find what we need in here."

He opened a door to his left marked wardrobe. Mrs. G. followed him inside.

What she saw next took her breath away. The room was full of clothing, but not
simply any clothing. She had seldom seen so many clothes in one place, and never in
such variety—rack after rack of every shade and style imaginable. And, what's more,
with the vast array of wild colors and jungle prints, fur collars, and metal studs, none
of these clothes could be called understated. It was all rather like walking into the
world's largest closet—or, at the very least, a very large discount department store.

She studied the nearest rack, and noticed a preponderance of snakeskin. She ran her
fingers along one of the bumpy cowls.

Menge took her hand again and gently pulled it away. "That stuff's reserved for the
boss. You can't wear it— just yet. Still, there's plenty left over for the well-dressed
villain. Or villainess."

He walked down to the next rack, pulling her along. He frowned at a selection of
hooded robes in black and white, purple and green, some in solid colors, others with
images of spiders, tigers, vultures, and suchlike sewn onto the headpieces.

"Too plain," Menge murmured. "Wouldn't do you justice." He passed over a shelf of
mystic turbans and similar headgear, many of them set with semiprecious stones, then
dismissed another rack featuring a selection of metal-studded, see-through bikinis as
"not your style."

He grinned before he even touched the third rack.

"Here it is!" he declared as he yanked a hanger free from its fellows. "The very
thing!" He winked jauntily as he handed the clothing—something, she noticed
approvingly, in basic black—to Mrs. G.

She took the costume and opened a door labeled changing room.

"Oh, don't forget these!" Mengy called after her. He passed a pair of boots to her
through the still-open doorway. The boots were also basic black. Apparently, Mrs. G.
thought, they were going for a total look.

She told Mengy he'd have to be patient and shut the door.

The dress was a bit tighter than she was used to. Still, she had been careful to keep
her figure, and the dark color was very flattering, especially with her newly blond
hair. Of course, she wasn't at all sure how practical this costume would be. Wouldn't