Bespoke || Closed
Satsuki took his hand good-naturedly and allowed herself to be lead out of her clothes. There was something different about clothing with Life Fiber in it that she was happy to shed, though she remained, as of yet, in her usual undergarments. Perhaps he would be a good sport and remake them for her with left-over fabric?
She remained quiet as Iori spoke, watching the blond as he worked. He, like many others she surrounded herself with, was at his best when engrossed in his passion. She liked that about him. She liked the way her looked.
"I imagine you may find them a bit different. I trust it won’t be too much of an issue," she replied, noticing the tailoring in the bust and hips. That hadn’t gone unnoticed, had it? A smirk threatened, but she remained unreadable, despite her amusement.
Of course it won't, he replied inwardly, pinning up the front of the jacket. The muslin crumpled and bowed as he did, billowing out around her ample bosom where the darts ended. His slender fingers made short work of it without the slightest untoward graze, ever professional, ever careful not to overstep. The next part would be a bit trickier, require an even more delicate touch.
The fabric tugged flush against her breast as he pulled it to create a fresh dart at the side. It hugged the outer edge, following the curve to accentuate without exposure. He would allow her to edit it if necessary, if it felt too close. It would be a shame, though, if she did. Quite a shame to hide such a lovely woman.














