The broker, just returning to her senses upon entering the store, shivered violently. She felt a hand wrap around her waist.
Damn it.
This eerie sensation made her shudder all over!
She wasn't pretty; not exactly short, but she weighed over one hundred and fifty pounds and had a somewhat round face, inconsistent with the current Federation standards of beauty.
They preferred girls with wavy blonde hair, defined features, good figures, and relatively thin frames.
Everything about the broker was precisely opposite to the mainstream aesthetic ideal, which had led to her only having a brief, misdirected romance with another plump male classmate back in high school, never having found another boyfriend since.
Sometimes, in a state between dream and wakefulness, she would fantasize about her future partner, but every time she awoke from the dream, she'd sadly realize this wasn't an easy matter.
