If she lived in a big city, there'd be a lingerie shop somewhere specializing in underwear for women, and their selection would've been fine and vast.  The best she had around here was the local tailor, and he was a bit of an eccentric character.  And much like a bunch of these kinds of people, he had his soft spot for women.  His shop was at the other end of the village, and she was lucky to find him opening up as he tended to be off in the city several days of the week to gather supplies.  After all, this place wasn't exactly great for his craft.<br/><br/>"Ah, Krystal, my favorite barmaid!" the 30 year old man said.  He wore an extensive and outlandish outfit he claimed the royalty of some far off nation wore, but its bright yellow and green baggy concoctions had to be the work of a madman.  Not to mention the huge, bulbous had on his head that made him look like something not of this world.  "What can I do for the lovely lady, hm?"