Warmer clothes.

[Camella]

I don't care who takes this one, but it cannot be a Fallien shop. also might be a good idea to stay away from Corone. Sorry if I sound picky, but I have my reasons.

Camella stepped into the bazaar and looked the tailor right in the eye.

"I need the warmest close-fitting clothes I can buy. When I say close fitting, I mean close fitting, by the way. No loose ends either. I would like it if it fit comfortably, too, but the most important thing is that it is warm and fits snug to my skin. you got anything like that?"

[AdventWings]

Millie jumped when the customer suddenly barged in with the cool Salvic breeze sweeping into the store behind her. The tailoring store did not get many customers so late into spring such as now, but the seamstress was always jumpy when things start jumping in her face.

"Uh, oh! Yes, I think I have some of that."

Her eyes roamed the store, but nothing registered immediately. What does she mean, close-fitting clothes? Jerkins? Vests? Tank top? Oh, my head!

"Ummm... I'm~ not quite sure what kind of clothes you might need, but we do have some close-fitting ones over in the leather jerkin section as well as in the cotton vest area. Would, um, would you like to come with me and take your pick?"

The bespectacled seamstress edged out from behind the counter cautiously, showing the customer towards the area of the small store standing in the middle of a Knife Edge's bazaar.

It was a good thing spring came nicely to the snow-covered city.

[Camella]

"Those are close to what I need, but still not quite what I'm looking for. I'm looking for something a bit more skin-tight than even that. Here, perhaps it is better if I show you." Camella said, as she turned invisible for a few seconds. After a bit she turned visible again.

"I can do turn my clothes invisible with me only because they are an extremely close fit. Now, if I were to take one of these jerkins and try to go invisible, well..." Camella put an inexpensive looking jerkin on and tried to go invisible at this point, but the parts of it that still hung loose remained visible. In fact, everything not skintightwas still visible. So patches of the clothing appeared to be scattered in midair. Turning visible again, Camella turned to the shopkeeper again.

"Sorry if I scared you, but I saw no other way to explain what I wanted."

Camella chose one of the least expensive Jerkins to put on in case Millie was the type of shopkeeper that made her buy it because she tried it on.

[AdventWings]

The tailor blinked once, to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

The tailor blinked twice, seeing the customer return to plain view with everything still intact.

The tailor blinked thrice, as well as look around the store to make sure the customer was not using some sort of stage magic trick to sneak an unsuspecting piece of article from the shelves when she was still stunned from the disappearing act.

But whatever the case, she now knew just what the customer needed.

Custom.

Well, there was no other way to get a tighter fit than that.

"...Right. I think I can put one together for you." Millie smiled mischievously, pulling out a long strip of treated denim measuring tape. "Seeing that it will require extreme fitting... Do you have the day off, miss?"

Let the session begin.

((You can either bunny Millie getting Camella's measurements or you can just leave the session ambiguous. However, as you might guess... All action will be going on behind closed doors. For obvious reason.))

[Camella]

Camella went into the backroom with Millie and closed the door behind her. The seamstress quickly rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a tapemeasure. She measured everything from Camella's waist, to her height, to her arm length, to her breast size thrice in order to make sure that she wrote all the measurements down correctly. She wrote all the measurements down on a piece of paper and after a moment of thought took an a bit off each measurement for a more snug fit. That wasn't the only precaution taken either. Normally, the shopkeeper only had to make around 5-9 measurements, but because of how thoroughly skintight these clothes had to be, she ended up making a total of 23 measurements, each of which, as mentioned earlier, had to be triple-checked.

After about 30 minutes of having to stand perfectly still for measurements, Camella was finally able to move again. after a bit of thought, she spoke up again.

"Probably better to stay away from fur. I don't imagine I am able to turn the hanging fur invisible." She said to the shopkeeper.

Millie just grinned. "Don't worry, I thought of that. I already have figured out the fabric."

I'll let you decide if Millie just said that to shut Camella up (Which worked) or if she truly does have something in mind.

[AdventWings]

"And, no, it's not fur."

Millie gave her customer a wink before twirling the measuring strip against her finger, retreating to a table where she set about drafting the skin-tight outfit.

"Well, considering that fur trims aren't going to be any good for you... and fur only help keeps you warm when there's a bit of air trapped... not workable with such a skin-tight suit... Aha!"

This should do it.

"Well! Now that I've got all the necessary measurements and design, I should get to work."

Millie was about to dart off, but then remembered she needed to do something first.

"...Ahhh, which reminds me that it'll take me a good three days before it's done. Do you mind dropping back in then for the final fitting, Miss...?"

((You know the drill. ;)))

[Camella]

"Camella, but I'd prefer if you called me Cam or Cammy. And that is fine." Camella said, shortening her name to something a bit more normal in her mind.
---

Three days later, Camella came back to the shop at a minute before the opening time, and waited patiently for the shop to open up. As soon as it opened, Camella immediately spoke up.

"I am interested to see what you came up with."

[AdventWings]

"Welcome back, Cammy! You're just in time- Aiieee!"

By taking her eyes of large wedding dress only for a moment, Millie fell headfirst into a pile of linen sheets from atop a small chair she had been dangerously perching on since that morning. It took the tailor several moments, with the help of her apprentice digging the lass out, before she managed to wriggle free of the fabric tomb.

"Yeah! Sure, it's done. Let's head to the fitting room, shall we?"

Ushering into her workroom where the shopowner had converted into a makeshift workshop, she showed the customer her masterpiece of leather and... lots of leather straps.

It was a full set of leather vest and pants, slim in design but layered with comfortable bear fur inside the layer of hide. Leather straps ring the bust, waist and legs area to ensure a tight fit. But even with triple measurements, there were certainly more room for improvements.

"OK. Now that you're here." Millie spoke as she took out a pair of scissors, a sewing needle and a long spool of brown thread. "Let's get down to your final fitting."

((OK! Take it away, Cammy! Permission to bunny Millie during the fitting - Granted.))

[Camella]

Camella followed Millie into the backroom and tried on the clothes, They were tight, and a bit uncomfortable, but Camella didn't care, she honestly only cared that they would still allow her to go invisible. The leather straps were her biggest concern as she looked at Millie, as if to question her judgement.

Quickly, Camelly went invisible and that Millie's design worked perfectly well.

"Well, I certainly must say I am pleased with your work. May I make one last request of you? I need something close-fitting for my feet. I don't think it should be too difficult for you. just something with a bit of padding is all I ask." Camella said, appearing directly behind Millie.

After getting over the scare Camella gave her, by appearing behind her. Millie looked down and realized Camella had no footwear whatsoever.

"Sure, I think I can handle that. Let me just get your measurements" Millie said after a short pause.

I decided to give you a nice change of pace by letting you do the measurements this time. Feel free to bunny Camella for that part. As far as how Millie plans on making Camella's close-fitting footwear, I leave it to you, but socks with Elastic bands come to mind.

[AdventWings]

The tailor went to work taking down the customer's foot size, using a flat wooden board with rings of numbers running in odd patterns to gauge the approximate length and width. The cloth measuring strip went around the woman's ankle - Once, twice and thrice for accuracy's sake. But foot measurements were, thankfully, a lot easier than a full-body check.

"Alright, done." She said with a smile. "I'll have a few mock-ups ready in two days. Drop by after that and we can get to the fitting."

Turning around just as the tailor was about to head into the workshop, she remembered something very important for the customer.

"Oh, yes. The suit will cost you 300 gold pieces. You can pay for it after we have your shoes finished."

[Camella]

Camella was mumbling to herself when she returned two days later. The temperature had hit it's lowest point of the year and Camella wasn't too pleased with her decision to buy everything as a package instead of taking the clothes home with her the last time she was in the area. As a result, she was shivering when she came in.

"W-w-w-what y-you g-g-got? Anyth-th-thing y-y-yet?" Camella asked through chattering teeth.

[AdventWings]

"...Urr...?"

Camella's words barely reached the tailor's consciousness as she sat falling in and out of sleep at the counter. Millie had been working all night for the past two days and while she did not feel mych then, the combined drop in temperature and less daylight meant her reaction to the daily rhythm became less regular.

More or less having to do with her sleep cycle.

"...eh...? Ah-! Oh, sorry!"

The girl jumped from her sleep when she realized her customer was about to freeze to death. In her haste, she managed to trip on her own legs trying to get to the order despite the fact she was still seated upon her chair.

Picking herself up from a graceless fall, she ushered the bounty hunter to the changing room.

((OK, your choice of words on how things are carried out. I trust you enough to allow bunnying of Millie for the next post.))

[Camella]

Camella's teeth were still chattering from the cold as she was ushered into the back room. The first thing she noticed was a pair of sandals that would obviously not be close-fitting. Being quite cold and annoyed by it as it were, she overreacted.

"Flip-flops? I come in from the cold, and you've made flip-flops?" Camella yelled out angrily.

"Actually, no. Those are mine... Yours are right here." Millie said, pulling some specially made shoes out from a drawer.

The inside was made of fur that would warm her feet, but because it was facing the inside, the fur wasn't going to cause a problem as far as the close fitting rule was concerned. Directly over that Millie had sewn lots and lots of elastic bands, to ensure it was always a close fit, and finally, to avoid it tearing easily, and to hold it all together, Millie added a layer of leather on the bottom only, this leather would always be stretched out by the elastic going over the top.. It was a very complicated design, and Camella could tell it wouldn't come cheap, so even before trying them on, she made sure to ask the all important question.

"How Much they gonna cost me?"

[AdventWings]

"Only thirty gold pieces, Cammy. I hope it's not too expensive for you."

Millie had worked hard to find the materials and managed to fit them into the design. She was still a little worried if the footwear would wrap around the customer's foot the way she wanted, otherwise she would have to hit the drawing boards once again.

[Camella]

Camella tried the footwear on on. Had she been looking for comfort, shewould have been quite disapointed, but never had she seen such good craftsmenship or such closefitting footwear. the seamstress had pulled through, and then some.

"Listen I don't know how you did it, but you have proven yourself to be extremely good at your job, and you've made my day. You know, though, I never got your name. If you ever need any protection, and I'm in town, I'll help you out, but I need to know your name first. Don't say you won't need protection, though, because I know that when you are the best at something, people will come after you.

With that I've got to go, though. Thanks again."

Camella put the money on the table and left the store, in her invisible state, wearing everything that was made for her.

As she stood in the doorway, waiting for the shopkeeper's name she just had to crack a joke.

"So, how do I look?"

feel free to take me up on Camella's offer if customers ever get too rowdy for Millie. Cammy may not be able to protect Millie from everyone, but she CAN delay them, if but for a second

[AdventWings]

((Haha, thanks for the offer. This could turn into a future plot device for you, I assure.))

Millie blinked quizzily when the customer suddenly said something like that, although she did have a point. Protection was a valuable thing in the land of civil strife, to which the northern country was experiencing now. It could do her no more harm, the tailor thought as she tentatively put away the coins, to have that extra strong arm on the road.

"...Um, you look..." She began, trying to find where the customer was standing now. There was no visual cue that the shopowner could go by, at least until the invisible fighter stepped out into the snow. "...Well, I can't really tell. You're invisible. Anyway, my name is Millie. Millie M. Thanks for using our services..."

Silence was the only thing which met the leather worker, prompting her to cast her eyes about in anxious suspicion.

"...Hello?"

((Transaction Complete!

Camella loses 330 GP and receives the following:

- Skin-tight Leather Suit (custom-fit)
- Skin-tight Leather Mocassin (custom fit)

Camella receives 100 EXP for good IC interactions.

Thank you for dropping by! Have a good day!))