As you enter, you realize that this is a custom dress shop. Rugs and stained glass abound. Eloquent gowns are displayed on hardwood busts on stands. The light seems to emanate from crystals hung in just the right places to accentuate the goods rather than the room, although there is an ensemble of stuffed chairs around a fine woven rug that is brightly lit. On the opposite side of the parlor from the door, you see a table with a handbell. You march up to it and ring it, and a dandy with layers of black silk coats and a double handlebar mustache comes out from the rear room.
"You must be Mademoiselle Sune. Please. Let's take a look at you." He takes your hand gently and pulls you to the center of the rug. From this perspective, you see more than chairs around. You see reflections suspended in the air, images of yourself.
"Ahhh. I do understand what the Monsieur sees in you." He runs his hand along your blouse, feeling the stitching.
"May I," he states. It wasn't a question. He unbuttons some of your blouse and spins you around.
"Oh my. What long legs you have. That skirt certainly doesn't show those beauties off. We will try something different. He goes behind the table and picks up a grey cloth and holds it between himself and you." He waits and then gets impatient.
"Well? Take them off. We can't have you go in those clothes." You get the hint this time, and drop all of your clothes onto the floor. You do notice that there are no windows looking in, but the mirrored reflections show the man everything that he would want to see. Finally, you realize that the grey cloth did nothing for privacy. Instead, he drapes the cloth over you like a shawl. Before you can protest that this is not better than your clothes, he begins enchanting. The cloth flows over your form and takes many shapes. You watch amazed at your reflections as dragons and flowers and thorns all blend into a new dress of black silk and brochette. It is extremely revealing, more so than the least conservative dress in your closet, but oh, so beautiful. One can see flesh from your neck down to one leg to your toes. Your black hair is coifed in a cap with a bang or two shaped to matched the dress patterns. As you turn to get a better looks at it from all the reflections, the man brings you some silver high heels that match the seed pearls in the dress. You place your feet in them and they match your size and push your calves up tight and tall as you stand proudly in them.
You didn't even notice that I was in the room now, admiring you. I am wearing a starched white shirt with a beaded tie and white feathers in my hair. Though I have the look of a noble savage from the deep wilds of Maztica, I am in formal attire complete with silver cuff links that match your shoes and seed pearls.
"Sune, I hope you like it? I know its only an illusion, but it will last the night. I had to pull quite a few strings to have this artist help with it. Sune, will you go on a date with me?"
