Leona looked at the thick catalog of names paired with pictures and had no idea of what she wanted other than a dress that was modest and not too costly. She was going to pay five figures no matter what dress she picked, but she did not want costs to get out of control and end up paying far more than she intended. Thankfully the employee was quick to come to the Wizard Saint's aid with some timely questions that would facilitate the process of picking a dress.
"You mentioned an auction earlier, Miss Jarnefeldt. If I may ask, what kind of auction will you be attending?" The employee asked.
"I'm attending an auction for a bottle of a rare wine called Maison D'Everett." Leona answered truthfully. It was no big secret that was to be kept at all costs. The employee hmmm'd to herself, then flipped the catalog to a section of the catalog with dresses that averaged 70,000 Jewels.
"These dresses are in fashion among the women of Capital Crocus' wealthiest families. They cost a lot, but you'll fit in at high-class events like the auction." The employee assured her. Leona was not terribly thrilled with the price tag, but this was one occasion that she could afford to spend some Jewels on a good dress that would be appropriate to wear to a high-class auction. Leona's eyes looked over the pictures and saw that a lot of the dresses had a low neckline, something that she wanted to avoid because she did not want to show off her chest. She was going to the event to bid on the Maison D'Everett, not attract suitors.
"I'd like something modest, if you know what I mean." Leona requested. The young woman took a quick glance at Leona's figure and quickly deduced the meaning of the request. She wordlessly placed a finger on a tab of the catalog page and flipped it to a section featuring dresses with the same price tag but with a more modest design. That pleased the Wizard Saint and she began to peruse the offerings.
"What color would you like the dress to be?" Came the next question.
"What color's typically worn at high-class events?" Leona asked in return.
"Black." Came the answer in a confident voice.
"I'll go with black then." Leona replied. She pointed to a picture of a black dress with half-sleeves that was modest and covered everything that needed to be covered.
"Very well then, Miss Jarnefeldt. If you'll follow me, I'll take your measurements for the dress and we'll begin making it within the day." The employee bade her. Leona was curious as to why she had to do that.
"Do you have anything pre-made that I could buy?" Leona inquired. The young woman shook her head.
"I am afraid not, Miss Jarnefeldt. You see, we don't have anything that can fit your... proportions." The employee answered diplomatically. Leona took a few moments to ponder the meaning and blushed when she finally understood. The Wizard Saint's chest and backside were both kind of big, meaning that she had to have a custom dress. Leona gave the young woman credit for being diplomatic about voicing the concern.
"OK then. I'll follow you." Leona voiced her consent. She stood up and followed the employee to the back, where the pair entered a fitting room for privacy.
-Inside the fitting room-
Leona stood in an austere beige-colored square room with only a six-foot tall mirror in front of her. Beside her was the same employee with a small notepad, a green golf pencil, and a cloth tape measure with which to take measurements. Even though the person taking her measurements was a female, Leona felt uncomfortable for some odd reason.
Leona blushed as she felt the cloth tape measure be wound around her chest. After a few awkward seconds of the measurement being scribbled on the notepad it was moved around her waist and held for a few seconds. Leona heard another measurement being scribbled onto paper and the tape measure moved yet again to her backside. After that was over it moved up to her head and was allowed to dangle on the floor. A final measurement was made and the employee at last took the tape measure back.
"OK Miss Jarnefeldt, I have your measurements. We'll begin making your dress within the day." Came the assurance.
"How long will it take to make?" Leona asked.
"About two days." Came the answer. Leona was not happy to hear that, but it was her fault for taking so long to come here and order a dress. She would just have to grin and bear it.
"OK." Leona replied laconically. Next time she needed an outfit she needed to go in and order it sooner instead of waiting until the last minute.
"Now if you'll follow me to the counter, we'll complete the order." The employee bade Leona. Leona wordlessly followed her back to the front of the shop and to the counter.
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