Wilhelm practically knelt in front of Viloet and put his arms around her. "Hmm," he muttered incoherently as one hand drifted uncomfortably low for strangers just barely acquainted. "Twentyeight, fourteen, sixteen." His eyes snapped wide open as he released the woman. "That is... roughly unheard of." He adjusted his glasses once more. But he could tell there was no magic about the tiny wonder. "Hmm..." he paced off twords the back again, opening drawers hidden in the walls. 'Satin. Deffinately satin. It'll endure...' A white cord of cloth, spools of thread, pre-fabricated frills, a length of silk, some sturdy wire, leather, cork, lace...<br/><br/>Hefting the material in his arms and plopping the material onto the counter with no semblance of grace, he eyed the materials with a maniacle twinkle in his eyes. One last check to make sure it was all there. His fingers interlaced, he cracked all his fingers at once. Grishka seemed unimpressed. Having seen the display before, she focused more upon some of the dresses on display. His fingers danced in the air, but he paused briefly to focus upon Viloet one last time. Certainly her figure seemed to match what he stated, but it was still extremely rare for one her size. Thoroughly convinced, he thrust his hands at the materials, rebounding and shaking as though they'd struck some invisible barrier. Glowing slightly they lifted into the air, cloth stretching and being cut, elaborate embroidery stitching in detailed coils and curves, frills attatching along the borders, silk sewn to the waist and tied into a bow at the back and a loop at the neck. It held its shape, formed to Viloet's body quiet accurately. The leather and cork were shaped into boots,<em>roughly</em>the right size for someone her height. Maybe a little bigger, but this man specialized in clothing, not shoes.<br/><br/>He tilted his head at the clothing, focusing on some other materials and similarly forming them into a small version of maid caps and hosery. "There, that should do it." The glow faded, the clothing fell, and Wilhelm held it by the neck loop dangling it from the counter. "If you want to try it on, there's a mirror room in the back. Or if you prefer an audience like Grishka, you could change right here."