First You Assess

The only item in your possession is a spellbook. You awoke naked, and now your dangling bits are experiencing an ungodly amount of sunburn. The desert heat is oppressive and the light is too much for you, despite how perfectly you are adapted for the Underdark. Looking down you see a sprawling city surrounding the arena. You touch down in an alley, and flip back through your spellbook, casting disguise self. You choose the more appropriate appearance of silken robes of a magic user of clan Navellen.

Illusions. Useful illusions, but illusions none the less. Moving out of the alleyway, you find yourself in a sprawling market. You waste no time in procuring a few small items plucked unseen from under the noses of unsuspecting shopkeeps. Honeycomb, a vial of mercury, a small glass jar, other carefully selected odds and ends perfect for your purposes. You scan the crowd and the shops looking for a sign, a literal sign, which you spot immediately. A tailor. A small chime rings as you enter.

A lithe dusky skinned woman emerges from the back. You hold the honeycomb hidden in your illusory pocket and offer a reasonable course of action. “I come from a extremely wealthy family. Your shop would benefit from me being seen wearing your clothes. You should outfit me.”

She pauses for a moment as your words soak into her brain, but she doesn’t have the ability to resist you. “Of course sirrah, please undress. I’ll take your measurements and find you something befitting. A noble fellow, in my shop! Rosalia will shit herself in jealousy.” She says this last bit mostly to herself as she begins bustling around the shop gathering materials and completed outfits that can be quickly modified.

You drop the illusion. Soon enough she has you measured and the clothes prepped and ready. She is an attractive thing, and it didn’t go unnoticed how she lingered around measuring your inseam, her breathing intensifying as she kneeled in front of you, perhaps you should have some fun before you leave?