Clothing Designer for Familiars

When a colleague, driven by envy, turns to spells that backfire on her, I also don’t avoid the consequences. Now we’re both in another world! I’m a witch, and she is my familiar. How do we get back home if that haughty handsome dragon has decided that I am his true mate?
— Let me introduce myself. My name is Laid CollTerr.
— And my name is Yevgeniya Morozova.
The girl grabbed my hand, squeezing it—hard—and shook it.
— Nice to meet you!
As I looked at the hand the witch was clutching, I wondered why the guest had done it like that. Maybe it’s part of a spell? No, that’s pointless.
— Are you trying to seduce me?— I asked, making the only logical conclusion.
— I agree.