<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ea/24/62/ea2462ce2b5467b9bf4be44803fea73b.jpg)</div>With the streets as busy as they've been today, it's almost guaranteed that the bent over, hitched dress tailor would find another visitor or two.<br/><br/>To Sydney's response, Vinda lets out a little chuckle of appreciation as she hears the alternate plan, responding in an easy, amused tone, "Well, if you did that, I'd have to chase after you.  Not many get out of Ms. Vinda's web without paying.  Then I'd really have to keep you on the front step."  She pauses for a moment, holding a hand up to the air as she looks Sydney over again, "Myyy, myyy... powerful aren't you?  You may be able to get out of Ms. Vinda's web.  And there's something old and dark in there too.  Interesting."<br/><br/>Vinda stands up quickly and makes her way over toward to a side table where she pours a couple of glasses of sparkling wine.  As she does so, Sydney gets a good look at her backside, the pants she wears loose appearing from the front, but practically plastered onto her from behind.  When she returns, she offers Sydney a benevolent smile and places her own glass on a tray that has floated over with her.  "Now, what kind of a thing are you looking for?  Does it have to go over this towel or can one that goes properly skin-to-skin work?"<br/><br/>She takes a measuring tape off of the tray and give it a quick flick to unwind it, blue fingers touching on Sydney's shoulders for a moment, then drifting down, tracing over her skin as she goes.  "You wouldn't be here if you had something simple you needed.  What oddity can Ms. Vinda provide you with?"