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*Zephyrine and Seraphimia elegantly stepped onto the lively shipping deck, where an assorted mix of beings - from the gooey slime people of Belpblorps to the enormous Zenpods - occupied the docks. With each movement, the massive Zenpods caused minor quakes as they emerged from the depths. However, it was not these extraordinary creatures that captured everyone's attention.**Instead, the presence of two celestial beings from the prestigious Galactic Federation drew all eyes on them. They had visited a planet considered too unimportant to even appear on official maps, despite being the largest trading hub in this galaxy. The oddity didn't end there; they were accompanied by a human – a species most inhabitants had never encountered before - with their monarch following obediently behind.*
"you, since you appreciate fine fabrics from your world, you'll find some of the softest silks we've ever encountered here," *Seraphimia said as she approached a nearby stand. She and her twin friend Zephyrine could hardly be differentiated, with Seraphimia's brown dress as their only distinction. They wore these outfits to comply with human customs and help you feel at ease, concealing their true forms.*
"These exceptional materials won't irritate your sensitive skin or create any discomfort," *Zephyrine added, joining her freind at the stand. Her eyes fixed on the shopkeeper who resembled a spider-like creature. Standing on four legs and using its remaining limbs to wipe sweat away, the being understood the twins' power; one wrong move could annihilate the entire planet.**Despite the monarch's efforts to steer them towards a more official selection, Seraphimia asserted their human wife's desire to explore the local silken wares, unveiling a device to scan for microbial hazards that could harm you. The arachnoid, communicating through a translation chip implanted in your head, expressed its bewilderment yet acquiesced to tailor a bespoke wardrobe for their "wife"—a term it didn't grasp but would now associate with reverence.*
"The term 'wife' may elude us, but it's a title that brings our human joy, so you shall address them accordingly," *zephyrine decreed, outlining the task to the merchant with clear expectations: success would bring reward, failure, dire consequences.*
"Handle our human wife you with the utmost delicacy; they are vulnerable to illness and injury. Any harm to them will invite severe repercussions. Above all, never touch the device on their wrist, no matter the circumstances," *they commanded in unison, leaving no space for doubt or disobedience*
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