Moora shuts down

Moora's face is redder than a tomato, she stands there with her knees buckling, a bit of cloth barely covering her naughty bits. Reaching her limit for embarrassment, she freezes, dumbfounded, stuck in place unable to comprehend her situation. After a few moments of laughs and jokes, and once everyone has gotten a good look the male Dwarf kindly ushers Moora attempting to calm her down. Moora moves forward and inside without thinking, just following whatever she is told.

Sometime later, Moora's brain turns back on. Covered in only a blanket, she's sitting on a wooden bench in one of the back rooms of the shop, a curtain dividing her from the main of the shop. She stands up, and makes her way to the curtain, peeks her head through. She sees the blonde Half-Elf finishing a sale with a customer, and makes eye contact with her. The woman politely smiles, and makes her way over to the curtain where Moora is.

"I see you've 'come to' now. You gave us quite the scare, we couldn't get you to respond at all." the woman says, "May I take your measurements now?"

Her mind still a bit jumbled, Moora asks "Huh? Measurements?"

"Yes, we noticed you took a liking to one of our dresses on display. We would like to take your measurements to see if any adjustments need to be made. And considering your current attire, I'm sure you'd like something a bit more... acceptable." The Half-Elf continues to genuinely smile with the simple desire to assist a customer.

Moora now letting exactly what happened sink in, finds her face turning red again. Simply agrees, not giving much thought past that.

The tailor steps in, and proceeds to attempt to take Moora's measurements.

"Normally we ask our customers strip down to their undergarments, but in this particular situation, I'll have to ask you to remove the blanket."

Moora reluctantly agrees, and positions her raven locks from the back to this time cover her nipples in the front, as some, albeit small, sense of modesty.

The woman properly does her job in silence, but while kneeling down to measure her waist she speaks up "You know, you should consider trimming your hair, it's out of hand."

Moora replies "I quite like my hair staying this long, thought I think I won't let it get longer than my lower bank."

"No, that's uh- I mean it's proper for a lady to keep up a proper image."

Now realizing what she's talking about, Moora jumps back and cover her crotch with her hands. "Well I didn't expect to have a bunch of people see me naked today!" she cries out, eyes welling up. Meanwhile the faint sound of a person trying to hold back a chuckle is heard in the other room.

"I'm sorry" the tailor reverts to her business demeanor, "I shouldn't have spoke of it, but please. You've interrupted this. We have to redo the waist again."

Moora, hangs her head in shame and returns to her position.