[ smiling in graciousness, lillian leads them to the back of the shop and into a well-furnished room where, presumably, she creates her dresses. a wall is dedicated to drawings and dressings and a table that is set away from her desk holds her fabrics and sewing materials.
nearby her desk is a pair of sewing mannequins standing next to it, one meant for men and one meant for women. they seem ordinary enough as lillian pulls the female one out, taking a pen and notepad out from... somewhere on her person as she scribbles something down. ]
If you don't mind me asking- How old are you? [ she smiles, trying to amend her abrupt question. ] It'll make sense, I assure you. This will help me figure out what I need to do.
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[ smiling in graciousness, lillian leads them to the back of the shop and into a well-furnished room where, presumably, she creates her dresses. a wall is dedicated to drawings and dressings and a table that is set away from her desk holds her fabrics and sewing materials.
nearby her desk is a pair of sewing mannequins standing next to it, one meant for men and one meant for women. they seem ordinary enough as lillian pulls the female one out, taking a pen and notepad out from... somewhere on her person as she scribbles something down. ]
If you don't mind me asking- How old are you? [ she smiles, trying to amend her abrupt question. ] It'll make sense, I assure you. This will help me figure out what I need to do.