Get measured.

She looks at your party curiously. "So who is shopping today?"

You step forwards. "Hey. I'm Kyle Warren, by the way. I'm going to a fancy noble ball tomorrow and I've never been to one before. I want to look nice enough to make a good impression. Does that make any sense? I don't really know what I'm doing, to be honest."

"Ah. Say no more, Sir Warren. Come." She beckons you over. "Let me take a good look."

As you follow her across the room, the rest of your party looks around at various outfits on display. You on the other hand have a moth girl sliding her hands over your cheeks, and around to the back of your head, where she gently caresses her fingers back through your hair. Her big bright eyes look directly into your own gaze, and she smiles sweetly with her painted lips. The fluff around her wrists feels softer than anything you've felt before.

"Can you see okay?" you ask nervously. "It's not very bright in here."

"Bright lights distract me. And I can see very well without them," she replies.

She slides her hands down your chest, and begins to wrap her fingers around various parts of your torso. She rubs her fingers down your sides, and nearly makes you laugh from the tickling sensation. You look down to see a distracting amount of cleaving from her below, and she continues down until she's kneeling at your waist. She digs her fingers into your legs, and feels up your thighs. You inhale deeply as her fingers move up your legs, and they caress dangerously close to something stiffening up between. Her hands move around your hips, and she slowly raises back up, moves her hands back to your chest, and then retreats them to her sides. She smirks.

"Not bad," she says quietly. "Are you ready to be measured then?"

"Wh-What was all that then?!"

She giggles softly as she walks back to her table to retrieve her tools. When she returns, she pivots you around and wraps a band around your chest, your stomach, hips, etc. All the while, she hums to herself.

"How much does a nice suit usually run?" you ask as she finishes up.

"Estimate? About ten gold pieces. Perhaps more. I can make it even fancier, but I take you for a man of action and of words, and not of appearances. You wish to make an impression, but not be overly flashy. Handsome, and suave, yes?"

That isn't too bad I guess. "You're pretty good at this."

She turns you back around to face her. "I have a passion for my work."

You watch as an actual moth flutters by behind her. It continues across the room before landing atop a ball of blue yarn up on a shelf. It seems she notices you distracted by this, and speaks up.

"Only the well-behaved ones I allow in my shop," she says. "And they can be a good source of fresh, extra silk."

"Oh, uh. I almost forgot. Someone else is here for a fitting too. She's coming as my plus-one."

"Is that right? Well, let me see what I can do."