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Phoebus was looking for allies.

In a town like this such ventures were tricky and delicate. The smart ones knew to keep a low profile. Sussing them out was an arduous process. However, he had pegged one possibility, after ample research. 

Cruella de Vil. An unfortunate name for a fortunate woman. 

Fortunate in such that she had not yet been caught dealing magical pelts in Swynlake. While not a necessarily illegal crime in the rest of England, PETA would surely be wanting to spill red paint across the front of them if given the opportunity to do so. 

That was not Phoebus’ intention as he entered the shoppe, browsing idly before he circled around towards the coat he had been eyeing. He had seen it in the window about a week ago, and it was what had signaled to him that Cruella would be an ally. 

“Excuse me,” he said, “I have a few questions about this coat here, if you have a moment.” He said this not to any of the floaters on the floor but to the woman herself, giving her a charming smile as he gestured towards what he was almost positive was a chimera coat. 

“Is this lion and gazelle in this coat?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer to that question. “The stitching is seamless.” 

send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3am…≛ - wrapped up like a gift

            So many times the brunette had tried to             work into sleeping with Phoebus, but it             seemed that every time, she would back             out and they would end up cuddling in bed.             Her an accidental tease and him telling her             not to apologize.

It just had not been right,  but now… Now she was ready and sure of it. But he was out, which meant she had time to prepare and she wanted to make up for every time she pulled out of it, so there she was in his room, waiting, texting him as he came home. And all she wore was two well placed ribbons and a pair of heels. Underneath she was completely naked.