Transmigrated To A Beastworld As The Lazy Wife Of The Fox Lord-Chapter 81: Pan endorsement.

Sienna stopped. She tilted her head and craned her neck, searching for the source of the voice. Next to her, Geo was laughing.

"Who is this brilliant woman?" Sienna asked. "We simply have to meet her."

She walked ahead hurriedly, brushing past a stall selling dragon scale toothbrushes, and a donkey that the vendor had painted crimson to pass off the fake claim that it was a phoenix.

The voice came again, "Come one, come all! It can fry, it can boil, it can knock the teeth out of a beast man. If Lady Sienna could do it, so can you. Those were her words and they are on the back of the pan in her own writing."

Sienna stopped, looked at Geo and she laughed loudly. "Did I sign a cookware deal without knowing?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Geo shrugged. "In this trading hub, everything is possible. Don’t be surprised to find someone selling locks of your hair which are actually strands of something else."

They made their way through the crowd that was haggling for pans. Sienna soon had eyes on the vendor: a wiry woman with hair so grey that it seemed so natural. It was bundled up and tied together by a large wooden hair pin.

With the speed of a bullet the vendor shot forward, grabbed Sienna’s hands, and began shaking them so vigorously Sienna thought her arms might detach.

"You’re here! You’re really here!" The vendor squealed. "The legend pan wielder herself, I have been praying to the wind beast god to blow you my way."

Geo immediately stepped in, prying the woman off Sienna like a gardener removing an overly affectionate vine. "Hands off," he growled.

Three more guards that had been following stepped in, urging the crowd to start thinning away. And yet, the vendor was not even bothered that this was taking money out of her pocket. Her enthusiastic eyes were focused on Sienna.

"So this is the famous pan?" Sienna smiled, amused, despite herself.

The woman turned back, picked up a pan from a stack on the table and held it carefully. "I sourced these from a factory in Hondu city. They make the best steel and iron products. And machinery too. This pan was forged from meteor iron! Non-stick! Beast resistant and now--Lady Sienna approved!"

Sienna signed. "Oh no, I never approved it."

The vendor gasped as though Sienna had just denied the existence of the beast gods themselves. "But you are the pan lady. You wield it as a weapon against injustice. That makes you the pan goddess."

Geo muttered, "Sounds like you have started a cult, Lady Sienna."

Sienna raised her eyebrows. She wondered if she was in the wrong business perhaps, and selling cookware was where she truly belonged. Her fitness channel was still considered as a fun activity by beast men, not something serious. Until she lost one hundred pounds, they would continue to doubt.

A crowd gathered, whispering excitedly. Sienna realized that if she didn’t play along, she would be stuck here explaining trademark law to people who sold salt water as mermaid tears and donkeys and phoenixes. In other words, they didn’t care.

"Can I get a picture?" A little girl with three missing teeth and yellow pig tails asked. She had a bracelet around her wrist that was a mix of pearls and small shiny pans.

Geo held out his hand, ready to deny the request.

Sienna shook her head. "It’s okay Geo."

She carried the little one with one hand and picked up a pan with the other. The girl’s mother snapped a picture.

An enthusiastic crowd started clamoring for pictures as well. The vendor nearly fainted. She had not imagined that Sienna would be open to taking pictures, while holding her pan brand!

What followed was less of a fan meets idol moment and more of a full-blown production. The vendor produced a backdrop of painted stars, a smoke machine powered by a bored dragon beast man and a spotlight.

"Stand her! Tilt the pan! Sharpen your teeth! No, fiercer! Fiercer!" she barked. snapping pictures of fans and Sienna with a camera that looked older than the galaxy itself.

Sienna indulged the vendor and the fans, striking poses that ranged from heroic warrior to a cook who had just discovered that pans made excellent eggs. At one point, a fan insisted that Sienna pretend to fend off an imaginary beast. The dragon beast man was pulled in by the vendor to play the role of the beast. Sienna obliged, swinging the pan as close as she could to his sharp teeth, without hitting him.

"My lady, this is not appropriate." Geo said between shots. "It is beneath you."

"Oh lighten up," she replied, "there is no such thing as this is beneath me. These are my fans and I must give them something. Besides, who am I hurting?"

The vendor squealed again, adjusting the smoke machine until Sienna disappeared in a cloud. "Perfect! A mysterious shot! Like the pan goddess emerging from the mist!"

Sienna coughed. "Or like someone who just burned dinner. What in the world do you use to create this smoke? It smells worse than your dragon’s breath."

The crowd roared with laughter.

The dragon beast man chuckled. "Apologies, I just had lunch."

"What did you eat?" She asked. "We should know so that we never eat it. You are lucky you are kind of cute or else that breath would scare aware the ladies."

He blushed.

The crowd laughed again.

Sienna sighed. "There are some truly delicious foods that have off putting smells. Like snail noodles. Delicious but ....." she pinched her nose for a second. "When you eat such meals, just remember to brush your teeth and clean your mouth." She tapped the dragon beast man the shoulder.

Then, it was back to the photo shoot. The vendor snapped the final picture of Sienna holding the pan high, thumb raised, smile beautiful. The crowd applauded as though she had just saved the world.

"Si pan!" The vendor shouted triumphantly, "That is the name of this pan from now on. Come one, come all! The Si pan, the only weapon you need in the kitchen--or the battlefield!"

Sienna handed the pan back, shaking her head. "If this ends up in a tv ad, Beast Net advert or holo-board, I expect proper royalties."

The vendor clutched the pan to her chest, narrowing her eyes at Sienna. Suddenly, she was not a fan anymore.