A low but still jingly "Ooooooooo," came from Millie at Lucas's mention of a tailor. She nodded and put her finger to her plump lips as she followed him to the werewolves' V.I.P area. Settling down, she let a soft sigh out. "Well. I'm going to need to know the curvy woman, or at least know the extent of the curves, height, and skin tone. I'll also need to know what type of clothing will be needed." Putting on her serious face, she tapped her thigh.<br/><br/>Millie murmured softly to herself, "I'll need to get out my contact book again." It'd been forever since her services where needed. Fabric stores, tailors, and shoe makers were stored in her contact book sitting in her nightstand drawer, collecting dust.<br/><br/>She shivered, "Oh this just gets me all tingly!" Millie squealed softly. "So, give me details." She leaned forward with a devious smile on her face.