Where's My Butler?

[lafreshia]

Who: Lili and you
When: Midday
Where: Town Plaza
Style: Your choice
Status: Open

Sebastian! Where are you? Look at the state of me. I got my new dress all wet. Fetch me some new garments.

[She was just in a fight moments ago. One last blow and she would have won. But before she could've delivered her coup de grâce, a force had pulled her back and blacked her out. When she came to, she was alone, dripping wet and in a place she didn't know]

Did I get kidnapped again? Father would be most displeased. I must find my way back. Sebastian! Where are you?!

[She was never without her butler. Though she did all the fighting, Sebastian was always there to tell her how proud he is of her or how fine a young lady she's turning up to be. Now without him, Lili felt... vulnerable... helpless...small]

Sebastian, you dolt. It's almost teatime and you're not here...

[She let out a long sigh before proceeding to scan the area and was pleased to find she wasn't truly alone. People! She brushed her clothes with her hand, fixed her hair and tried to appear the most presentable she could manage. When she was satisfied, she approached the nearest passerby and asked.]

Hello. I seem to have misplaced my servant. Where might I find another one?

Comments

[lafreshia]

[Lili should probably get to reading that pamphlet soon.

She fished out the contents of her pocket and was surprised to find a strange starfish-shaped device under her wet cash (which she just casually disposed of).]

Quaint. I should probably get started on earning myself some money if I plan on living the same lifestyle I had before. I wonder if they host any fighting tournaments here...

Ah!! Uhmm... I will check for my mark later... and I promise to earn for payment. But for now, may I loan a dress?

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Certainly! You're not too far from my own measurements actually. Most of the clothing that isn't made for myself is a commission in progress, so it's good that we're fairly close in size.

[Kanaya is just a little taller and more slender. She doesn't have Lili's muscle mass, but it's not like Lili's active lifestyle has made her bulky at all.]

I don't know about any fighting tournaments. Were you hoping to bet on them, or participate?

[lafreshia]

Why, yes! Even though I am a lady of utmost grace and beauty, I'm afraid my heart is in the battlefield. But I do not stoop to pure mindless brawn, no. I fight in style and elegance.

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Oh, then I must ask if you can make clothes that both look good and are battle-ready. I can't have works of art torn in action. It's such a waste of beauty.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

I understand completely. Most of my clients can not afford to have their clothing limit their mobility. And should your clothing be damaged in a fight I can do repairs fairly quickly, depending on the extent of the damage.

Ahh, here we are.

[ She stops to unlock the door to the building. The front of the shop is dominated by a large display window, capped with a verbose sign.]

Kanaya Maryams Storefront For Commissioned Ragripping And Seamstressing 
With Display Space For Artistic Clothing Creations

[As she opens the door, a bell chimes. She flips over the sign on the door from it's "Sorry But The Proprietor Of This Establishment Is Not Currently Present" message to the more inviting and concise "Welcome". The front room is where she displays her talent, in clothing meant for her own wardrobe or commissioned works awaiting delivery to a client. The styles on display are wide and varied, with no particular theme connecting them all. A simple sundress sits on a dressform next to a mannequin wearing a ballgown that would be the height of fashion in the american 50's. Most of the outfits are traditionally feminine styles, but there is a classic tuxedo over on one side. ]