Yes

You take a deep breath, nodding to Nightwing. She nods in return, and begins to undo the clasp holding her cloak on her shoulders.

"So, the reason why we came to you in particular is because we've heard that you don't have many customers, and we need your complete discretion." Nightwing removes the cloak, and with it, her disguise.

Thelma's eyes widen as the cloak falls from Nightwing's shoulders. Nightwing's form shimmers for the briefest of moments, before returning to her black, scaled countenance.

"Oh," is all she has to say, staring vacantly at the humanoid dragon.

Before you get the chance to do or say anything, Thelma slams her palms down on her desk with a grin that borders on manic.

"Excellent! Outstanding! Amazing!" With barely even a single stride, she's immediately on Nightwing, a fabric measuring tape procured from seemingly nowhere weaving in and out of the dragoness's form.

"Oh, yes - you will be my greatest customer. This will show those damn snobs up on Fourth Street that I'm not just some green bitch!"

Thelma seems to be completely oblivious to both yourself and your companion's reactions, as she immediately sets about taking notes and selecting fabrics.

Nightwing looks to you, clearly confused and caught off guard.