Scenario:Drusilla and Veight - Shop Till You Drop

Shop Till You Drop

Veight, who is studying mortal customs, doesn't seem to grasp the appeal behind bargain hunting. With Drusilla's help, the vampire eventually comes to understand the power of the shoppers who fight on the battlefield of sales.

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Young Woman 1: Ahaha! Faster, faster!

Young Woman 2: Slow down! Wait for me!

A young vampire strolls through town to study the mortal way of life. The sight of excited women running by catches his eye.

Veight: What in the world are they raising a fuss about?

Veight scans ahead to where the women seem to be heading and sees a glitzy boutique.

Veight: Ah, it would appear they and others are heading for that shop.

Veight: Hmm... Even so there's no reason to stampede over in such a frantic manner. It's too crowded to set foot inside, let alone do anything.

The young vampire is confused by the behavior of the girls he just saw.

Veight: (I've come to understand mortal males easily enough, but the opposite sex still presents many mysteries.)

Veight: (How can they be so focused on purchasing goods? I wonder if the answer lies in a book somewhere...)

Veight stands motionless, brows furrowed in consternation.

It just so happens that Drusilla comes humming and skipping into view. She spies Veight, rigid like a statue in the middle of the street.

Drusilla: Good day to you. Why are you standing there staring off into the distance?

Veight: Not into the distance. Have a look at that boutique if you will.

Drusilla: Oh my! To think that it's already that full of people!

Drusilla: I must hurry over there as well!

Veight: Huh? Hey, wait a minute!

Drusilla is about to take off for the boutique, but Veight quickly grabs her by the arm to stop her.

Drusilla: Eeek! What is the meaning of this?

Veight: You... also intend to go into that shop?

Drusilla: Uh-huh. This area is famous for shops with lines that wind around the block.

Drusilla: And to make matters worse, they hold limited time sales without any warning at all. I can't let this one get away from me!

Veight: But, I dare say, to reach a fervor over a reason such as that is something I absolutely cannot wrap my head around.

Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Forget about reasons! Simply put, girls love fashion and shopping!

Veight: Is that so...
(This could be a good learning opportunity.)

Veight: Do you mind taking me with you?

Drusilla: Why, yes! I would be most grateful!

Veight: Hm? Grateful?

Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Excuse me, I must have misspoken. Let's be off!

And so Veight accompanies Drusilla into the boutique.

Young Woman 1: Ahaha! This blouse is sooo precious!

Young Woman 2: Ack! Stop pushing me!

Young Woman 3: Oopsies. Sorry, just trying squeeze through, but you were taking up a lot of space, so...

Young Woman 2: What're you trying to say?

Women occupy every aisle, their hands grabbing for goods while fending off other bargain hunters.

Veight: I thought shopping was supposed to be a pleasant experience. Why does this scene remind me more of an arena?

Drusilla: Oh, my poor, sweet Veight... You're still so innocent.

Veight: Grrr... Who are you calling innocent?

Drusilla: Please. This is a battlefield. You need sticky fingers to get your hands on the cutest styles!

Veight: What do you mean, sticky fingers?

Drusilla: Hehe... Watch me closely now, Veight.

Drusilla is gone in an instant, but she appears again just as quickly as she disappeared, this time clutching a
heavily-discounted designer dress.

Drusilla: That's what I mean, Veight.

Veight: ...!
(What astonishing speed... My eyes couldn't keep up with her!)

Drusilla: Something on your mind?

Veight: No... Nothing at all...

Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Then on to the next boutique!

They exit the boutique and head for another.

Drusilla: Goodness! That hat is simply lovely!

Drusilla: Stunning! Exquisite! Veight, please hold these for me.

Veight: You're asking me to do what? Is that why you brought me with you, to carry your bags? Hey!

Veight's objections go wanting. Drusilla has a grand old time flipping through racks and trying on outfits.

Drusilla: We're not done yet, Veight. There are more shops to visit!

Veight: Sigh... How much more can you buy?

The spending train shows no signs of slowing or stopping. Veight is dragged along from store to store at the mercy of the little whirlwind.

He can't fathom how this Harvin girl has so much energy and vitality.

Veight: Urgh... Why am I feeling fatigued, even though I'm a vampire?

Veight: How is she still going strong? Where is that little body drawing its power from?

Drusilla: Veight, darling... Don't tell me you're winded.

Veight: Huff... Huff... Don't be ridiculous. I'm a proud vampire.

Drusilla: Wow! How right you are! I guess we can tackle the main event!

Veight looks to where Drusilla is pointing to.

Veight: Wha?

A large sign bears words that fill his eyes with dread: All Items 90% Off.

Young Woman 1: Oh my gosh! This is the sale I've been waiting for!

Young Woman 2: Haha! You snooze, you lose!

Young Woman 3: I don't think so, sister!

Veight: That's... not normal...

Drusilla: We're charging in too. We can't be left behind in the dust!

Veight: Hey!

But Drusilla doesn't hear him. She sprints for the door like a Harvin possessed.

Watching the girl from behind, Veight suddenly looks to the sky.

Veight: ...

Monster: Groooar!

Drusilla spots the monsters and starts to tremble.

Drusilla: I'm not scared... I'm not scared...

Veight: Unbelievable... Drusilla, get behind me!

Veight: Haaah!

Monster: Gurrgh...

Veight: Humph. You're like a completely different person when confronted by monsters.

Veight can still hear the ferocity in the voices of the shoppers off in the distance, and he lets out a heavy sigh.

Veight: No, that's not quite it. Shopping is perhaps a different means to draw out a mortal's true potential...

Veight: Haha... The outside world is filled with enigmas, is it not, Feldrac?

Veight draws his own conclusion about shopping with mortal women.

Battling monsters doesn't even come close to the struggle that is shopping.

Drusilla: Veeeight! Get over here!

Veight: Heh... There's no turning back now. I'll see this through to the end.

With both his arms draped in bags, Veight wills his tired body onto its feet.

He calmly walks toward the so-called battlefield.