All of them, even the most embarrassing ones!

<< But ... Madame you are ... you are naked. Why here in front of everyone? >>

Marie wanted to sink down but it was Miss Della Valle again who spoke for her:

<< The Prince's bodyguard said she is tired of dressing as a boy, and wants to try something feminine. So tailor in the meantime take the measurements of this dashing warrior's body then I will give you the dress to shorten and mend.>>

By giving this answer to those present, he made the servant and the tailor realize that there was something they did not know and that Marie was in the clutches of that hag. Concerned, but frightened especially for their safety they took note not to ask any more questions.

The maidservant, seeing that she was of no use, made to leave but the housekeeper ordered her to fetch the first dress that was in the trunk of her room, it would become Marie's new dress since she had asked for it.

The astonished tailor took the tape measure and began to take measurements and jot them down in his notebook as he always did. Marie was so embarrassed and humiliated that she did not even have the strength to react. That day had yet to come to an end, an evening of bullying was surely ahead of her, and now even here within the walls of what she called home she had to endure some humiliation.

The tailor took all the necessary measurements, then when it was time to take those of the breasts the housekeeper told him to proceed quietly that that was what Marie wanted since she considered herself a man. In the meantime came the maidservant holding what looked to everyone like a petticoat and nothing else. Marie had expected it to be a prostitute's dress, she wondered how she was going to explain it to the prince, but the thing that was tormenting her was that there were now more servants in front of the door who were staring at her in curiosity.

The Tailor raised her arms and with much hesitation began to take his measurements also of her underbust, breasts and the space between them. That work on her nipples reminded her of the anguish done just before by the painter and she tried to hold back her voice and moans, but she began to pant, what was even more humiliating her nipples hardened right under the gaze of the tailor and those who were staring at her.

Once the tailor had all the measurements she needed, she approached the dress to begin making the first fittings and saw to her surprise that it was some kind of petticoat, the kind that was also somewhat semi-transparent. He turned around and his gaze crossed that of Marie who was still not covering herself despite the buzz of the servants peering out the door and there he really understood that it was not his will to wear that stuff to the which taken by remorse and scruples he asked without looking at anyone specifically:

<< Madame are you sure you want this dress? There are many others... >>

Yvaine replied, << Yes Marie wants that. Tell her you want that too so you can feel like you did when you were a pirate. >>

Marie with her head down and her gaze fixed in the void replied, << Yes... As Miss Della Valle said, I want that dress. Please adjust it as soon as possible so I can go back to dressing like I did when I was on the ship. >>