The weaver nodded, and pulled back a bit, silently. Farren still looked at the spider-woman, a bit terrified, but bit her lip, and obeyed. "Y-yes, mistress," she said, taking off her clothes, in a neat and orderly fashion. As soon as she finished, though, the aranea all but pounced, using her hands and forelegs to stretch long lengths of thread around Farren's body, taking her measurements with incredible speed, earning a yelp of surprise from the elven princess.