The draenei nods simply. It was common practice after all to be measured for clothing, though perhaps not by a goblin. She slowly removes her stained robes, folding them neatly on a table in the room. She stands on the stool, wearing a violet bra and panties, and nothing else. She seemed naively unaware of her own beauty, her light blue skin soft and smooth, her full, firm breasts confined within her violet silk bra, creamy thighs just below her panties. Her legs are long and slender, and her tail idly curls around her leg. "How soon can you have an outfit sewn together?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>