"Oh my. Now that is a very good question. But here comes the Tailor." She turns around and curtsies towards the door.


"What -" You stand there speechless.


A man walks into the room and bows, a spotless fine black coat shimmering around his white furry torso, four furry little limbs poking out of the coat. They are end in three long, delicate fingers with little hairs at the base and bare human-like tips. His hairy legs have the same pattern, with his feet looking almost normal. Large wings are folded at his back, trailing on the floor.


His large black eyes poke out from his white fur and his human jaw opens to speak in a slightly buzzing voice.


"Hello, good lord. I am the tailor. I must say, your eyes are a wonderful colour. Such a light but intense brown. They will be a challenge to match correctly, but I will enjoy creating your outfits for you."


"What..." You take a step back, bumping into a mannequin and accidently knocking it over.


"You will have to work on your coordination if you plan to be part of The Court. Dancing is quite popular here. But even if you fall or some such thing, you will look wonderful. Still, that is not my job. Now come over here, I must measure you. Take a look around at the outfits. You may find one you like."


 Ophelia stares at you and gestures. You timidly take a few steps forward.


The tailor places his finger tips on your arms, mummering to himself. "Don't you need measuring tape for this?" You ask.


"Measuring tape? Bah, I am better then the tailors you have known. A true master can look at a man for a second and make him a god within minutes."


"I've never known any tailors."


"Well then trust me, I am the best. Now lift your arms please?" As he slides his hands around your arms and chest you look away, uncomfortable.

You look at Ophelia

She's watching the Tailor as he measures your body. You look at her stunning eyes, bright but deep, as they follow the Tailor's hands. They are framed by thin eyebrows, bunched forward as if in intense thought. Her light cheekbones are high in her face and her cheeks thin. Her strong chin leads into weak jaw lines, disappearing in the thick black hair that caves over her thin shoulders and covers the neck of her grey dress.

Her dress is long, covering everything from her wrists to her ankles, but tight around her torso, while loose at her legs. It's not meant to be a showy thing, but the way it fits against her skin reveals her beauty better than the poofy gold decorations that she carries under her right arm now.

 The Tailor starts feeling the width of your legs from the calves down and you resist the urge to squirm in... it's?... grasp.

Ophelia looks back at you.

You smile

You smile at her, not a large, joyful smile, but a small smile of thanks. You would have never thought you'd enjoy having a woman stare at your naked body in such a circumstance, but without her here you would probably freak out at the furry hands that are measuring your thighs and climbing higher. You take a deep breath. Just calm down....

The tailor reachs up to your hips and you let out a low squeak against your will.

Ophelia laughs so quietly you almost doubt she did. But her smirk confirms your hearing.

You all Finished

You relax as the Tailor stops his rubbing and moves back. "You are quite a splendid fit for many of my discarded outfits! Now wait here. I will bring some of them out for you to try on, and we'll see what you like and what looks best on you."


You feel a little cold with your skin bare against the frigid air, and definitely a little awkward about standing naked in some castle's hallway.


Ophelia asks you something, but you're deep in thought.


"What?"


"Before you ask me anything you should know that most of the inhabitants will tell the king if you insult him or his system in anyway. I can answer some of your questions later, once I show you to your quarters, but if you need to know anything right now, ask before the Tailor returns. I've never known him to be a 'loyal' subject, but considering self preservation... He enjoys his life here, unlike much of the other nobility. So do you have any questions about this place?"

The Tailor

Before you have time to ask any questions the Tailor waddles back in, carrying all kinds of clothing of many materials and colours.


"These are what you can wear for now, while I create your outfit. Please, sir, while I sort these take a look around. Find something you like. Samples are on the mannequins and the carpets. Changes can be made easily if you wish. Pick one thing please. After it is completed you will likely need to see the others, so a proper wardobe can wait until you return to pick up your clothing."


You look around the room, noticing the colourful tapestries hanging from the walls and the ceiling. They are pictures of different outfits of many different styles. You recognize a few outfits from your brief dance, but the one you really see is hidden on the far left. It looks just like Zaren's black clothing. It's the only one with a person in the clothes.


He's in it, posed elegantly in his black and gold coat. His arms are raised as if to hug you and  his eyes smile and laugh as if at a joke, but the rest of his face shows nothing but disdain.