<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NxaLBd2.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dress after it gets shredded:<br/>(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61Y0QIyS%2B3L._SY550_.jpg)<br/>"dress" Tailor gives Angelique<br/>(https://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/41401456_011_b?$a15-pdp-detail-shot$&amp;hei=900&amp;qlt=80&amp;fit=constrain)<br/></div></div></div><strong>Angelique (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1720332)</strong><br/><em>Aasimar Sorcerer: Divine Soul 3 NG</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angelique squeaked as she was pulled into the Tailor's shop, her huge, firm breasts jiggling as she barely kept ahold of her stuff.  As the tailor measured her out, she was comforted by his professionalism, the old man worked diligently and with only the occasional distracted stare at her shapely body and huge breasts.  All though part of that might have been the powerful half-orc leering possessively at the busty, brunette woman.<br/><br/>The old man quickly noticed that Angelique didn't have any money.  He didn't see a sign of a money pouch in the tall brunette's stuff that she kinda dumped on his table. He kindly offered the beautiful woman a large bag to carry her stuff in.  After getting the measurements, he went into his stock of dresses and pulled out a shift and handed it to Angelique and gestured her to a changing room. "This should fit..mostly, umm... most women aren't not as ...blessed as you Miss."<br/><br/>Angelique smiled as she held up the short dress and flushed a little, beggars couldn't be choosey after all.  "Thanks," she smiled warmly at the old man as she walked into the room he gestured to and changed into the small dress or more accurately a chemise, something worn under the dress or for bed.<br/><br/>While Angelique was changing, the tailor turned to the half-orc, "Umm....I am guessing that you are paying for her stuff?  Umm.... I can modify her clothing to your requirements, if that is the case."  He blushed and shrugged, "Like making her breasts more... umm.. well, you get the idea."  The old man was obviously looking to make the buyer happy, and as he read the situation, the half orc was the buyer.<br/><br/>Before Gurlove could respond, Angelique stepped out of the room with the chemise covering her, well mostly covering her.  It did a better job then the shredded dress, but the bottom edge of the dress stopped just above her mid thigh and the cups were barely managing to contain the aasimar's huge, firm bosom, the white cotton contrasted exquisitely with Angelique's tanned skin.  "Um..well,  thanks, this will do for tonight."  She blushed as she glanced at the half-orc and shivers nervously at the leer on the powerful woman's face.<br/><br/>Angelique followed the tailor over to a sampling of clothes to get an idea of what style the tall aasimar wanted for her clothes, looking over at the half-orc to see what the half-orc wanted to buy for her companion.