"Very well, that should be easy enough to manage, I won't be long. Hmm, yes, if you come in tomorrow, about this time I think, that would be wonderful. Now, I'll just have those things sorted out."<br/><br/>Surtur then goes about fetching more materials - several different colours and opacities for them, with various metallic reels of thread. Again, the measured amounts are placed in a neat pile, and once again, there is the glow of light as it touches them, and they meld into the sphere, being "spat" out as finished garments. Again, they are taken out the back, and there is the strange ripple through the air, flash of light and whining sound. Again, Surtur emerges with finished clothes - two pairs of long gloves, to match the leotard, one a slightly darker shade than the other, and both with a delicate lotus pattern. Two pairs of actual leggings, one for the leotard and one for the dress, rather dark in colour. Both feel incredibly smooth, as though the rubbing against her thighs would just about require concentration to walk. And many pairs of underwear, mostly dark, with varying degrees of opacity and nice designs "sewn" in.<br/><br/>"Here you are. I'll have the modeling clothes ready tomorrow. Pleasure to be doing business with you. Please tell your family, friends, enemies and pets to shop here and give me their money."