Chuka, chuka, chuka. The repetitive sound of a sewing machine being hard at work from within the personal work room. Harold came up with an idea for a wedding dress that seemed suitable for sale and began to work almost immediately. Yet he stopped hearing someone enter. Glancing over one shoulder before getting up and taking a couple steps into the main area , offering up a smile.
" Oh hello....on.. time I believe. "
@twisted-legacies
" Why thank you for not simply brushing off my question. " The response was genuine and based heavily upon experiences. After all, there once had been models used and not just the regular images using a mannequin that had become all too common. Those did not complain, whine, flirt or over step his husband's boundaries. But using students, those who need help or wish to work, felt like the best outcome he could have ever picked. A helping hand from someone from a poor background and with more money than he knew what to do with. Harold had chuckled softly as he removed his pen from the vest pocket , the mage stone glistening under the light and he twirled it around once.
" what shall we be doing~ I have the perfect idea now if you do not mind some magic... Let me dress you to impress all eyes! " With a single glance to a dress on display and back to her along with a movement of one hand, the tailor's unique magic came into play. Leaving the dress still in place but her outfit being changed on the spot. A perfect and accurate but temporary replica of the flowery blue and purple design dress. " This should do nicely. "
