"You'll find out, soon enough. For tonight, we're merely getting you ready," she says, remaining cryptic and confusing.<br/><br/>The tailors nod, as she replies. "Yess, yess, good, strong colorsss." "Go with the eyesss, go with the hair." As the mistress leaves, they grab her, and all but drag her to the middle of the room, rough, but not intending to hurt her, and careful with their claws. "Do not move," one hisses. "Modelss do not move. We will move you."<br/><br/>They work impossibly quickly, wrapping bolts of cloth around her, and stitching them together with incredible speed; every dress fits her perfectly, tailored to her every curve, seemingly defying physics, by staying on, in one case. Despite how well they fit, they seem like they'll be easy to put on and take off, though she'll likely need assistance, since the fastenings are in the back. Over the course of two hours, they fit her with an entire wardrobe, two dresses in each of her suggested colors, and four more, in complimentary combinations. As well, they provide her with some simpler, non-fancy clothes, three outfits of well-tailored blouses and pants, "Yess, the missstresss will be pleased with thisss one."