Fitting a Whore : May 08, 2007
From FiranMUX
Garmon bustles out of the backroom with a whistle on his lips. The older man, moves behind the counter and starts to converse with Amiana on the day's sale. He tilts his head when he notices someone in the shop. His eyes light up and he motions the woman to come in, "Oh! Do come in, Mes. How may we help you?" *Firan*
Jamila walks into the room, a finger on her lips as she looks around at the different items of the store. She's a woman that needs a new outfit. And these types of businesses are suppposed to supply them, right? She then grins to the man that comes out, "Hello! I am looking for a new linen outfit." *Firan*
Garmon nods his head and looks the woman up and down. He takes in the outfit that she is presently wearing and nods his head. He doesn't really see her, but the clothing she wears, "Well, yes of course, come sit." He pats the stool on the other side of the counter, "What do you have in mind?" He smiles and continues, "Would you like a drink or something to eat, while we talk?"
Jamila smiles and nods as she walks around taking a seat and smoothing out the clothing. She does take care of the items she wears rather well as she smiles up to the male, "I am not sure what I am looking for. Perhaps you could help me with what is fashionable?"
Garmon tilts his head and says, "Well, right now, I have had many requests for black. It seems that the color is the must have color of the season, and most women just look FABULOUS in it." He nods his head and says, "Of course, it seems that some women like the color purple, but I would caution on that, as it is a tricky color, it comes and goes from the eyes of fashion in a blink."
Jamila hmmms as she smiles, "I think I might look okay in black." She looks up to him, "What do you think?" She softly puts her arms to her side, her long hair in a pony tail behind her almost touching the floor.
Garmon stands and pulls a bit of black linen from under the counter. He tilts his head quietly and reaches over to take the swatch and place it against her cheek. The man nods and says, "I think ou would look FABULOUS, most definitely." he smiles and guestures, "You could have accent colors of course, but I think that black would bring a glow to her face, though if you are wearing it during the summer, we would want to make sure it doens't cause you too much heat."
Jamila gently tilts her cheek toward his hand as he places the fabric there and then blushes as you offer her a compliment, "...thank you, Mer." A gentle smile as she then tilts her head and nods, "I think I know what you mean. I will make sure not to wear it when it is too hot. About how much would an outfit like that cost?"
Garmon thinks on this and says, "Well, it does depend on what you are wishing to have. Something simple? With little decor and embellisment, it would be 35000 stenis without boots. If you want stola, palla, and boots, you could have that for 50,000 stenis and all the embroidery and details of course."
Jamila nods a little bit as she thinks for a moment, "I will have to ask my boss about how much I am allowed to spend." She then smiles back to him, "She's offered me a new outfit as part of the deal of joining her house."
Garmon nods his head and says, "Well, that is very nice of her. I am sure she is a generous boss then." he continues, "If you wish to commission an outfit, just let me know who to send the bill to, and I will start on it right away." He clicks his tongue a moment and says, "Its best if you can send the details over as well, perhaps the colors you wish and then we can work on your measurements as well." He rubs his hands together with a grin, "Then we can make you look FABULOUS!"
Jamila smiles, "I will be sure to send you her name as soon as I confirm it, as well as a set of colors." She then moves to stand, walking to him and grinning back to him, "Would you like to take my measurements now so you can get them down?"
Garmon smiles and says, "Well, if you have time, then Mes, yes of course." He guestures for her to stand and starts to pull out his rope with many knots. He says, "Now, usually, we want to make sure that every outfit is tailor made for the wearer, so if you can raise your arms a bit for me, I can get the measurements around." He pulls the rope out and there are knots along the rope to measure each section. He pulls out a papyrus scroll to write out the measurements and says, "What is your name Mes?"
Jamila grins and nods, moving to raise her arms up for him, making her body accessible. "Mes Jamila." Her head then tilts in question, "I wonder, have you ever visited the Gentleman's Club?" Rather point blank, then again, she isn't one to hide behind fear of what someone thinks of her.
Garmon moves to wrap the rope around her chest, though his hands are experienced in such a way that they are not in a sensual way at all, this is all business. He arches a brow, "Well, happy to meet you mes Jamila." He writes her name on the papyrus and then the measurement. He moves to her waist, pulling the rope tight to create that hourglass shape, "I cannot say that I have. I don't really have a need. I have a wonderful wife, and a gaggle of children to care for."
Jamila looks down to the rope around her chest, then back up to him as she nods softly, "I respect that. But we do other things than just sleep with men." She then feels you pull it around her waist, the muscle she has meeting the rope. "Massages. Even just company. The other task is just the icing that some people like with it."
Garmon listens while he does his work as well. He moves to release the rope, turning to write the figures. He smiles at her and says, "Well, my wife is a priestess of Soli. She has herbs and quite a bit of things that I find quite relaxing. And as far as company, I don't really need to seek it. With my family, of four daughters and a son, I have enough company to keep me quite busy." He chuckles and starts to bend down a bit, wrapping the rope about her hips, and then pulls it tight to make sure the measurements are correct, sticking the tip of his tongue out in thought. He nods, satisfied with the count an stands again.
Jamila grins softly down to you as you bend in front of her, softly shifting her weight onto one hip as they shift to that side, "You can't blame a girl for trying to get business while doing it herself, right? After all, I have had poor luck in getting customers."
Garmon nods his head and says, "Well, of course. I respect women of your profession Mes. I am quite too old to be dallying in such things." He chuckles and motions for her to sit, "I need to get the measurements for your shoes. Would you rather have boots, slippers, or sandals?" He pulls out a small piece of rope, made of linen it seems, knotted in thinner sections and holds it up with a smile, "Painless I promise."
Jamila hmms as she thinks, "I think slippers would be best. Unless you think otherwise." She then sits and smirks back to him, "Oh? I do not believe you are too old, Mer. I would not be asking you if I thought so. I am very picky at times." Her foot gently raises up so he can get the measurements.
Garmon nods his head and takes a foot in his hand, wrapping the width and then the length with this linen rope. He chuckles and says, "Well, you flatter me, Mes. I appreciate it." He reaches over to pick up the next foot. "I sometimes, find that some people have different sized feet." he is very good at keeping from the distractions of the conversation and to work on the task at hand.
Jamila smiles and nods as she brings up the other foot. Letting him measure it, she then laughs, "I have never experienced that. I would be paranoid of it I think." She then gives him a warm smile, "Sure you do not even want to see my wares? No charge. On the house." A wink to him.
Garmon releases her foot and stands again, recording the rest of the measurements. "You make things? Your wares?" He leans against the counter, stretching his aching bones from all the bending, "I am sure that you are a creative woman, Mes Jamila, but I do have a busy schedule." He chuckles and says, "I don't really have time to do anything, on the house or not, that doesn't include a neele and thread."
Jamila smiles gently as she stands as well, softly placing a hand on your shoulder and bows her head, "I thank you for the business. I promise to get the information back to you soon, Mer Garmon." She then walks about the table, "I only hope my boss is around sometime when I am."
Garmon nods his head, "I appreciate the interest in my work, Mes. I look forward to the commission. Do enjoy the rest of your day."
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