Business had been going on slow now isn't it? Perhaps it was the commotion outside of his boutique, where people would be busy elsewhere celebrating New Years. Of course -- pubs and bars would be filled with chaotic nonsense causing by too drunken gentlemen brawling their fists and such -- and he would have guess that a decent party would be thrown at a nobleman's house -- where of course, he wasn't invited. No matter -- days like these were fine as well. He could enjoy himself with a good book that he had yet to read.
But of course, which dressmaker from such period of time wouldn't be busy; hence laidback days like these should only be dreamed of. The two bells atop the entrance door chimed, marking a presence entrance. And it was when he was only indulging himself with a story and an adventure from his book. A sigh, and he got off from his velvet couch to greet whoever was it who dared enough to be his next victim. "Welcome masters and mistress, welcome. Now, how could I be of your servant today?"