She works for him

"If you work for me for an hour, I will give you something to cover up with," the tailor said.

As demeaning as it was to work for this lowly commoner, it could be worse. At least standing behind the stall helping customers or folding clothes or whatever would hide most of her naked body. "Okay," Eva agreed.

"Great!" the tailor exclaimed. "I have just the job for you!" He grabbed a large parchment of paper and a bottle of ink while Eva looked on in confusion.

NEED CLOTHES LIKE ME? TAILOR TOM IS THE BEST

"WHAT?" Eva exclaimed in horror. "You want me to stand in front of your stall holding that sign?"

"Yes. Make sure to hold it above your head. And adding a few little dance moves wouldn't hurt either."

"B-but, I thought I would be helping you behind the counter," Eva stammered.

"I don't need help," Tom replied. "What I need is advertising to bring in more customers. You're not going back on our deal are you?"