I look ridiculous, [ Iorveth corrects, noting Dolores' sudden eagle-eyed sharpness. She hovers around them with her measuring tape in hand, all traces of her previous bashfulness gone in favor of scoping out what would flatter his elongated form. A professional, through and through.
"I think a sharper silhouette might suit him better," is an audacious challenge to Astarion's suggestion. "Or some nice draping, if you'd like some movement."
Gods, what has he signed himself up for. Iorveth (gently) wrenches his arm away from Dolores' inquisitive touch, and takes a step back. ]
I'm starting to think that being naked would be preferable to this.
[ Dolores, more scandalized by the implication that her clothes wouldn't be fitting than the suggestion of nudity, squeaks "nonsense, dear! You'll love the clothes I fit you into, you'll see!" ]
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"I think a sharper silhouette might suit him better," is an audacious challenge to Astarion's suggestion. "Or some nice draping, if you'd like some movement."
Gods, what has he signed himself up for. Iorveth (gently) wrenches his arm away from Dolores' inquisitive touch, and takes a step back. ]
I'm starting to think that being naked would be preferable to this.
[ Dolores, more scandalized by the implication that her clothes wouldn't be fitting than the suggestion of nudity, squeaks "nonsense, dear! You'll love the clothes I fit you into, you'll see!" ]