Servian stood there,his large arms outstretched as Mr. Maystone started to take his measurements. He saw Luna turn around and then with an awestruck expression on her face, she snapped her hand up to cover her eyes. At first he didn't know what she was doing, but then he realized that his battlefield modesty, or lack thereof, was in appropriate.  He started to feel embarrassed and reached over taking a piece of spare velvet and held it about his waist, like a loin cloth. Maystone nodded his approval and Servian shrugged to the older man as if to say 'oops sorry didn't know'.<br/><br/>Maystone asked Luna to grab him a needle and thread from the counter, and as the ravishing woman closed the distance Servian was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, but that didn't stop him from watching her backside as she reached over and started looking through a box of random sewing accouterments. The low cut back of her dress, which was already almost to the top of her ass, now stretched as she bent over and he could see the cute dimples that framed her perfect cleft.  Servian fell into a daze, not aware Maystone was even there, his only thoughts of the sweet red apple that was being displayed in front of him.<br/><br/>By the time she came up with the needle and black thread, something else had happened without his knowledge. He had a massive erection, which was  now tent-poling the make-shift loin cloth. Maystone huffed in frustration, as he was forced to work around the the polearm.<br/><br/>Servian didn't know what to do, usually he had more control over himself, but after the week long boat journey and now beautiful Luna, displaying her goods in such an erotic manner, his dick was standing at full attention.<br/><br/>'No no no no...not now!' He begged silently in his mind.  He could try to grab it and hold it down, but that wasn't going to help take is mind off of it, and it would draw further attention to it. He could excuse himself but the only place he had to run was the busy street. So instead he chose to ignore it. He simply pretended he was unaware of it, Looking straight forward with a casual smile on his face. "Wow...I see you use a lot of starch in your fabrics, Tailor Maystone..." Servian quipped.<br/><br/>"yessir....the starch.....I am sure it must be the starch." Jethrow said, ever the professional.<br/><br/>He hoped he could maybe draw  her attention away from it, with conversation. "So...ahhh...Luna my dear....I was thinking about having some clippings taken from the Rose bushes in the gardens, Maybe the Cherry trees as well, You are fond of these, if I am not mistaken...and I plan to have a Garden constructed once we arrive back in Long Hook....Would you like to design it? I could have it built how ever you'd like. " Servian said, trying to keep her eyes on his own.