Clothes shopping

“Red or Black?” Miri asked, cherry-red lips pointed down in a thoughtful frown. She held a pair of swatches up for Alvinia to choose. They were dress shopping at a tailor. The elf had introduced Miriamelle to her personal tailor, a bearded dwarf named Gus of the Hammerpants Clan. His shop, a squat two-story building, was designed to create fully customized clothing. Gus’ apprentice walked his customer through the swatch room. The next room had no windows, and the apprentice would measure the customer’s proportions. Finally, customers were led upstairs where they would meet Gus himself, who would sketch out the garment for approval. The final room, not connected to the rest of the building, acted as a second entrance, and that was where customers would pick up their new clothes.

“Hmm. The red draws the eye, but the black is easier to camouflage,” Alvinia held the swatches to the light, looking back to compare Miri’s natural complexion. “I would probably do both. But if you have to, stick with the black.”

“Yea, I agree,” Miri put down the red patch and picked up an assortment of black swatches. Eventually she settled on the right shade and handed it to the pretty apprentice. Gus’ apprentice was a red-haired dwarven girl. She had introduced herself as Fiona, Gus’ niece. Pretty, Fiona possessed a naturally pale complexion, drawing attention to her freckles and green eyes. The red-head wore a custom dress; a low-cut baby blue shift, that showed off Fiona’s prodigious bust and gold necklace.

As the girls moved to the measurement room, Fiona humbly asked, “My ladies, what sorts of dresses are we searching for today?”

Alvinia giggled, “I don’t need more clothes, but I figured some lingerie… I think I’ve found a reason.” The blonde elf obscured a pointed finger from Miriamelle, but not Fiona. The dwarf smirked in good humor.

“And you, my lady?” The dwarf carried over a stepladder and beckoned Miri over.

“I’m not sure. I’ve got a goal in mind, but not a particular style, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s kind of a long story,” Miri deflected, turning around, so the dwarf could measure her height.

“Please strip, so I can get your natural measurements. I promise your modesty is deeply respected in this establishment,” the freckled dwarf said professionally. Miri looked to Alvinia, who nodded encouragingly. “Six foot even, my lady, do you ever wear raised boots, heels, or other height modifying instruments?”

Shucking off her dress, Miri stood there in all her natural beauty. Elf and Dwarf alike gulped at the woman’s jiggling bits as she draped her dress across a chair. Looking back, she caught the dwarf staring a hole in her ass, veneer of professionalism momentarily shattered. “You can stare. I don’t mind the attention. I like to wear heels, but I’ve found my height already intimidates men, so I usually wear these or slippers,” Miri turned around and hugged her leg to her chest, letting her sneakers rest in the air by the dwarf girls' chest.

The dwarf hardly noticed the shoe, her gaze captured by Miri’s exposed pussy lips. She gulped, “Yes, My lady. May I take your measurements?”

Miri consented, and the dwarf started with the brunette’s shoulders. Alvinia bit her lip, watching the dwarf struggle to keep her professional aura, as Miri leaned into the measurement. The elf bit back a chuckle; Fiona had to put her hands all over Miri’s hypnotic breasts when measuring the human’s bust size. The dwarf gulped back drool, the back of her hand brushing Miri’s soft nipples, titillating both girls. Miri for her part would smile and pretend to look away, keeping an air of innocent bashfulness. However, Alvinia could tell the examination turned Miri on: she seemed too aware of the dwarf, too eager for the dwarf to measure her bust, and perhaps too bashful.

“According to our measurements, you are 34-26-38. Given your height, that’s a perfect hourglass with Double D bust,” Fiona marveled, writing the more nuanced measurements on a notepad.

“Wow. Last time I measured my bust, it was a C cup,” Miri wondered aloud.

“Here, try these on,” the dwarf brought over a pair of plain white bras and, adjusting them as she walked over.

Putting each on in succession, Miri frowned. The difference was negligible, but the smaller bra felt tighter in a manner that attractively pushed her tits together. The larger one, supported her better, she felt less constricted. However, she queried if it made her look smaller, but Alvinia and Fiona were quick to encourage Miri that her cleavage looked delectable. Sighing, Miri said, “Hmm. OK. I believe you. I guess I’ve been wearing the wrong size.”

“Most tailors misuse cup sizes, they misunderstand the female form. They seek to constrict it, make the girl pretty as a painting, but ultimately empty, as the reason the female form oozes aestheticism is in its easy movement, fluid lines, and sensuality…” Fiona trailed off, her voice becoming less professor-like. She politely coughed, “Sorry, my ladies. You reminded me of a lecture Gus gave a few months ago after I mis-sized a young girl. Anyhow, please stay here, I’ll head up and see if Master Gus is ready for you.”

“Of course, Fiona. Take your time,” Alvinia motioned easily, and Miri nodded sagely. The dwarf headed up the stairs, her skirt billowing around her, revealing attractively toned calves. When she turned the corner, the blonde elf silently hugged Miri’s naked back. A slender hand intertwined with Miri’s, giving her a reason to avoid putting the dress on. “God, you looked so hot and in control of that dwarf.”

Miri tilted her head back and kissed Alvinia. She had to slump in order to reach her lips, but Alvinia supported her: one hand on her left tit and one on her hip. Miri shivered and a bit back a moan; Alvinia licked her ear. “She’s coming back,” Miri muttered, stepping forward. Alvinia released her after running a finger along Miri’s vulva.

“Those cherry’s Tina laid out were delicious,” Alvinia winked at Miri, sucking her wet finger as Fiona walked down. Hiding her embarrassment, Miri quickly put her brown dress on.

“He’s almost ready, ladies.” Fiona called. “Is there any refreshments I may offer you?”

The girls looked toward each other. Alvinia guessed, “I think we’re fine. Thank you very much for the offer.”

“Of course,” Fiona said. She continued, curiosity evident in her tone, “Are you preparing for a party or getting normal wear?”

“Well, I want another leather suit; it’s my favorite,” Alvinia admitted.

“I’m looking for everything… I’ve only got what you see,” Miri blushed.

“Oh! You poor thing! I’m sure Master Gus will outfit you properly,” Fiona gushed, the idea of a plain wardrobe clearly distressing the young dwarf.

They heard a bell ring from the stairway. “That must be Master Gus. Follow me, ladies.”

The girls nodded and followed the busty redhead. The room was enormous, Windows from all four walls allowed copious amounts of sunlight to stream in, brightening the room. Racks and racks of clothing, in various states, lined the room in a feng shui pattern, leaving an open space in the middle of the room. Bright sunlight illuminated a wooden pedestal. Behind the pedestal, a short step-ladder rested. Off to the side, a dwarf leaned against a large stained-wood desk, easily longer and wider than Miri was tall. The dwarf held the notepad Fiona brought up earlier; he wore a green and black-striped puffy tunic, billowy pants cut from the same material, black shoes that spiraled up from his toes, and a green beret haphazardly tilted over his bald head. Green eyes, the color of his clothes, met Miri’s as they walked in and Miri could feel a kind judgement emanating from the blonde bearded dwarf. Unlike Dazar’s beard, Gus’ was trimmed to emphasize his jawline and he had shaved his upper lip. His brow held a single silver barbell piercing, and both ears were pierced and had tiny emeralds inlaid.

“Greetings Alvinia, and who I must presume is Miriamelle!” The dwarf master called from across the room, rushing toward them. Along the way, he grabbed his tape-measure.

“Greetings Master Gus. I trust the year has brought you happiness and fortune?” Alvinia curtsied, then shook his hand. Following her lead, Miri did the same.

“Oh, I could always do with more of both, but alas business has been well, and I shan’t complain,” Gus said, taking each of the ladies hands in turn and shaking. His eyes lingered a hair long on Miri’s chest, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I would like another leather catsuit; the one you made for me previously was destroyed by a trap,” Alvinia blushed, embarrassed by her lack of care.

The dwarf sighed at the loss of his suit, then perked up. “Oh, that is too bad. Perhaps you will permit me to make you one with a slit down to your navel this time?”

“Uhm. I’ll let you make it, but please make another more conservative one; I’m not that brave,” Alvinia consented.

“Excellent! Well, I have your proportions in my roledex, unless you think you’ve grown or shrunk?”

“No.”

The dwarf clapped his hands together, “Excellent. Then, could I get you to wait outside? I like to consult with new customer’s one on one.”

Miri piped up, “If I may, I would like Alvinia to stay; I’m new to the customs of this place and I would feel more comfortable with a chaperon.”

“Oh. Forgive me! Of course, but she will have to remain nonobstructive while we work, yes?” The dwarf didn’t so much as ask a question as lay down a decree.

“Mum’s the word. I’ll peruse your wares, keep out of sight, but if Miri needs me, I’ll be right there.” Alvinia agreed, holding up a pair of fingers on her right hand as a scout might

. She headed off, turning around a corner and disappeared behind a rack of red cloth. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Master Gus of the Hammerpants clan,” The dwarf bowed, twirling his beret and revealing a shiny chrome dome.

Miri curtsied and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I am Miriamelle de la Cruz, please just call me Miri.”

“Very well. What sort of garment do you want?” Gus asked, clasping his hands in front of him.

“I am looking for revealing outfits; some that reveal my midsection, bust, or other assets,” Miri began, pointing at her open abdomen.

“Ah. And I see you picked out a bunch of swatches. Does this imply you are in the market for more than one?”

“Yes. I only possess the dress you see me in now; an accident while adventuring sent me here,” Miri said, gauging the dwarf as she spoke the white lie.

“Fair enough, are we talking strictly intimate apparel, if so, do you want clothes to wear in public, separate?”

“Uh. Good question. Can I be frank with you?” Miri asked innocently. The dwarf motioned to the desk and sat down. Miri followed and sat down a few feet away.

“Of course. It’s my honor as a tailor to dress you in a manner befitting your personal standard; it’s my job to present you as honestly as possible,” Gus said gravely.

“I seek to whore myself out… My reasons are my own.” Miri declared, eyes daring Gus to object.

“Of course! It’s not my place to judge. Though, if I may, your proportions are divine – ideal even.” Gus said, nodding approvingly at her honesty and boldness. He continued, “I presume these revealing outfits are meant to advertise your status?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. I must confess, I revel in the challenge you present,” Master Gus steepled his fingers and looked at the beautiful brunette through them.

She quirked an eyebrow in confusion and opened her mouth as if to say something. He opened his left palm and nodded as if to ask permission to talk.

“Here’s what I mean. You are an absolutely beautiful woman: strong facial features and symmetry, perfect proportions at 34-26-38, a tight butt, and a cheerful dispensation. However, that’s not what makes you unique; if you claim to be a whore, then your position affords me the greatest latitude I can imagine,” He said.

“So, what does that mean?” Miri asked, somewhat nervously.

“That means, if you would be so kind as to allow me, I finally have a model worthy of my highest designs!” The blonde dwarf grew more excited as he talked. He waved a finger and a dusty folder flew towards them from a file cabinet across the room.

Ducking, Miri said, “OK. Say I’m willing, will you offer a discount?”

“Slight. Perhaps 5%. Here, look at this,” the dwarf muttered, distracted by his passion project.

Reminiscent of a Japanese kimono, the outfit made an effort to look erotic without trying. A red bra with black covered the drawing’s bust, covering the tops of the bust was a halter string connecting the black bra straps. Covering the shoulders and part of the neck was a thin red and black material, linked by a golden ring at the base of the drawings' throat. The arms were obscured by billowy sheer black sleeves with lace adorning the end. Wrapping around the body, cutting a v down to the navel, was a red satin waist; attached at the navel, a short loincloth draped halfway down the drawings thighs. Following the drawing's natural hip and thigh lines, leather straps headed toward the crotch. Mostly bared by design, the only cloth on the back was the bra-strap, tapered waist covering, and rear loincloth.

“I’ll take it!” Miri squealed. She could barely imagine herself in the revealing outfit, but at the same time, she intuitively knew she would create sexual energy just by walking around in such a slutty outfit.

“I thought you might. However, I cannot trust you yet with it. It is my masterpiece, after all. Perhaps we work our way up to it, yes?” the dwarf lamented.

“Sure. What did you have in mind in the interim?” Miri cocked her head.

“If you would, please strip and stand on that pedestal over yonder,” Miri cocked her head in surprise at the dwarf’s words. “I want to make you a maxi dress, sun dress, and a couple of chiffon skirts and tops. In order to showcase your assets, I need inspiration.”

Shrugging, Miri stood up, walked over to the pedestal, and shucked off her dress. She expected the pedestal to be hot, owing to its direct sunlight, but it felt room temperature. Unlike the previous men and some women who had seen her naked, Master Gus only nodded appreciatively. He took a quill, wet it on his tongue, then placed it tip-side down on a piece of paper as he narrated in dwarven. Growing awkward, Miri nervously looked around for Alvinia, however the elf was nowhere to be seen. Gus’ tape-string moved on its own accord as he pointed to this point or that point on Miri’s lovely body.

Eventually, the well-groomed dwarf cleared his throat, “You are truly the envy of all womankind. The only thing that would not emphasize your body would be a poorly cut trash bag… Even then, you might find a way to pull it off. I would like to present my options for you. I understand if you want all of them, but I can only produce one dress at a time.” Gus beckoned Miri back to the table, where a bevy of dress drawings lay.

The first dress was a black silk or satin maxi dress, backless and sleeveless with high revealing slits that traveled up to her hips. It revealed some side-boob, but not an excessive amount, leaving the swell of her breasts to the imagination. When she walked, there would be a risk of flashing people as the slits caught on her knees.

The second dress was clearly designed to showcase her bodacious bust. A yellow sundress with deep cleavage and thin spaghetti straps stared back at her. Rather modest, it spoke of deeper sex appeal; a slit ran up the left thigh, potentially revealing an entire leg up to the gap in her thighs.

The third dress, a red v-neck mini-dress was downright scandalous. Baring her back and shoulders, the dress’ V dug down to her navel, exposing the swell of her breasts from the side and front. The short dress barely came to mid-thigh, and each leg had a leg slit exposing the curve of her hip.

The final outfit was a leather corset covering her midriff. It was drawn over the top of a white shirt blouse, tucked into a black skirt that came to her ankles. It was plain, but the cut of the corset emphasized the size of her bust and pointed subtly to her pelvis.

“Feel free to pick whichever one. The corset I already have, a customer reneged on their payment, and I was **** to repossess. With but half an hour of work or so, I can tailor it to your unique proportions,” The dwarf said.