Hearing from Káth'Dria about stipulating boundaries with N'Ïrk, like if it were a peace treaty, gives Dyll'Phá a brief respite of assurance.
While it's not enough to change the attitude of the righteous damsel. It serves to give her a ground to stand up, winning a needed sense of security.
She has not had the best interactions with men. Which only gets worse because she basically was unaware of a gender for the first 20 years of her life.
Her boarding school is hyper strict, with hermetic security. Removing males from the environment to protect the lady's purity, in heart, mind, body and soul.
An obvious error that stunns the students when they finally graduate, and go out to the real world. Comprehending immediately, that half of Dhägna'Hür's knowledge was deprived from their daily lessons.
"Calmer?". Inquires Káth'Dria with a sultry whisper, awakening a new flame of vibrant passion within Dyll'Phá's chest.
The foreign sensation is burning intensely in the middle of her breasts, causing a higher friction due to the fast rate of her heartbeat, pumping rapidly against the dark beige fabric of her uniform, palpitating visibly with an hypnotic rhythm.
Dyll'Phá is slightly drowsy, and way too embarrassed, her mind wandering to what would feel to sense the touch of Káth'Dria's dark burnt maroon lips, nibbling and kissing her vulnerable ears, whispering orders and compliments with her sensuous and instructive voice.
Realizing her own lustfulness, Dyll'Phá's cheeks get slightly pink, a colour diminished by the natural tonality of her orange coral skin.
"Yes. I am less disturbed". Admits Dyll'Phá, deviating her sight from Káth'Dria, ashamed of glimpse at the gorgeous enticing face of the Half Tarzön.
"That is good news. We can have a real shopping spree!". Exclaim with brimming excitement Káth'Dria, having Gagk'Xannia's fulla attention. "Don't contain at all ladies, ask for anything you want to purchase. I know N'Ïrk doesn't have the vibe, but he is clad in Coins".
"In C-Coins?!". Scream Gagk'Xannia and Dyll'Phá at unison. Seeing a grin on the coquettish Chocolate Bombshell. "Yep, and i am not even talking about the green ones, if not the purple Coins".
The two damsels have their brains melted. The expression «Clad In Coins» refer to a Multimillionaire, because each Golden Coin is equivalent to one thousand White Coins, one million of Silver Coins or a thousand millions of Cooper Coins.
"Wait, My Boyfriend, N'Ïrk. How much did you pay for the Subway cards?". Gagk'Xannia asks, even if she she has reached the conclusion in advance.
"Five Golden Coins per card".
"WHAT?!". The three ladies shout terrified, but N'Ïrk burst into laughter.
*Hahaha*. "I am joking. The Glutton Gobbler taught me about White and Silver Coins, i pay with the latter".
"N'Ïrk. My Boyfriend. Using Silver Coins is still a lot!. The price of the Subway card is five Tin Coins".
"Tin?". The young man is not following the meaning, and Dyll'Phá illustrates the problem in a simplified manner.
"Ten Tin Coins make a Cooper Coin, and one thousand Cooper Coins make a Silver Coin".
"That's…". *Oh?!*. "Gosh!, I paid 150,000 Tin Coins!. No wonder everyone is so kind with me!. Wait!. W-What about the spending machines, shouldn't those gave me my change?".
Dyll'Phá shakes her head. "If they can't give you the compensation, the amount is saved for a future purchase. Your Empiric Energy Frequency is recorded the moment you press the buttons, so no one can take advantage of knowing what you did".
"O-Okay. Let me see if I got this straight. I've put several dozens of Silver Coins into the Intercultural Academy's spending machines. I can simply go to any other spending machine, and obtain anything i want to taste, because i have payed in advance".
Instead of waiting for a response, N'Ïrk sprints to the vending machine at the end of the aisle, typing in a random order on the keypad, seeing when his purchase is accepted, proceeding without him having to put a single Coin in the machine's slot.
{My family really was full of a whole lot of useless, naive idiots!. They only traded with Golden Coins. Why the hell didn't they pay for protection?!}
{No, i am seeing this with my wronged biased assessment, instead of looking at it from all the perspectives available}
{Maybe my family actually pay for protection, but were betrayed}
{That makes more sense, because if the guards hired were in collusion with the Half Tarzöns. Or if they directly sold my family to this Tribal clans, and the main motivation is stupidly obvious. «Coins»}
{Wow!, greed really has no limits. I doubt my grandfather would had skimped on Coins with the necessity of preserve the well-being of his family. Perhaps such fear played against him}
{*Sigh*. I doubt how doable is to learn the thruth about what happened there. Should i really leave it in the past?. Perhaps it is for the better. Revenge is worthless and pointless}
{To begin with, the main problem was hiring protection, such decision wouldn't have been needed if the elders would had taught everyone how to fight, or at least how to defend themselves}
{A family of Mercenaries were almost everyone is afraid of combat. *Hahaha*. What an hilarious joke!}
The young man continues rambling mentally, absorbed in his own world until he hears a faint but sweet feminine voice.
"Are you going to eat it?".
N'Ïrk comes out from his reverie, observing a busty tanned young lady with orange peach hair intertwined in a high single braid.
She wears a blue school uniform, that makes her look cute. Especially with her circular glasses and pastel violent irises with strange yellow pupils. Having an intelectual yet docile appearance.
"No. I am not going to eat it. I was curious and wanted to corroborate my words. If you want to have it, is all yours".
The young man comments while picking up the order from the vending machine. A rectangular glazed chocolate cake packed in a transparent cellophane.
"T-Thank you, Handsome". The lady turns red and runs away, embarrassed of saying what she was thinking.
N'Ïrk snorts, and turns back, ready to be the pack mule for the ladies during their shopping spree…