Humming to himself, Dolltaki began to carefully pin the fabric into place, working his fingers beneath it to keep from accidentally jabbing her. He started with the left shoulder strap and once it was securely in place he breathed a sigh of relief and repeated the process on the right.
“Wonderful, they seem to be holding nicely, though I’ll feel more confident once I’ve sewn them.” He paused for a moment as he considered where he would pin next and blushed as he realized that he would have to pin the portion where the garment overlapped on her chest. “Um my dear, I must ask your forgiveness in advance for this next bit,” He nearly stammered, “my hands will be working in somewhat of a delicate place and I don’t wish to come off as inappropriate…” he shook his head from side to side, his blonde hair whipping wildly, “n-not that I wouldn’t t-touch if circumstances were… but this is hardly the time or place to… I mean you’re quite lovely and any man would be honored to… and I really should stop talking now.”
Mustering his courage and trying to control his breathing among other reactions, he carefully began to work pinning the overlapping sections, his hands moving over her chest with determination and care until he had the garment securely fastened. Finally he removed his hands and exhaled sharply, looking up into to her eyes to see if he had inadvertently done something improper, touched her inappropriately in some manner. He would need to be careful in the future.
“A three dimensional model that I could do this kind of work on safely, that’s what we need.” He said his eyes lighting up in delight that faded along with his expression, “but that would take time to make and I would need to take a detailed scan of you in order to get your measurements exactly right.” Carefully he began to work on the sides, pinning loose fabric into place so that it fit her snugly yet not uncomfortably tight.
“How’s that?” He asked his voice terrified that she would hate it.
Barely had she let a breath leave her chest. Despite his nimble care in pinning the cloth together, the imaginary, vivid sensation of the needle’s sudden, cold bite was enough to keep her absolutely cautious. In the short silence, it seemed that things were running fairly smoothly. Dolltaki hasn’t harmed her, and if she kept playing along, perhaps she could find an opening to make a run for it.
The stillness fell all too abruptly as the doe caught anxiety dash over his already wide, green eyes. Her own discomfort flared once again, only to roar in intensity as she took in his stammering words. Her face took on a ruddier shade than the darkest of her scales. The thought of being touched by anyone was unnerving enough, but by this man…This apparent cultist who restrained her and left her fearing for her life, she wanted to snap his fingers clean off!
At his quick resignation, she let out a strong stream of hot air from her nose, sending the finest of blond strands into his face. Her tail followed after, aimed towards his jaw right after, hoping the scratch of coarse bristles would give him a clear idea on how she felt. Even so, she felt tensed muscles twitch beneath blazing skin as Dolltaki continued pushing the pin over the delicate area. Her body felt like a tightened, steel-jawed trap at his uncomfortable breathing, the lightest accidental brush could send her into striking into him. She remained poised, ready to grasp his skull with her claws, until he finally pulled back from the now pinned cloth.
The tension fizzled, and though his focus solely back on tailoring helped, the doe kept guard. “A detailed model?” She parroted back, a frown revealed itself over broken lips. Ignited eyes quickly searched about the room. Though this place held darkness, Eden felt small, but welcomed, relief that such machinery that could unveil even more was nowhere to be seen.
Then, his lean figure swept back, leaving only a large mirror before her. She could practically feel the terror in his voice; she would have preyed upon it, if she wasn’t stunned by what looked back at her. The dress was simple, but elegant. The rich wine red hugged her figure, and it was then a question formed in her dizzy thoughts. When has she ever worn something as graceful as this? Not since her ceremonial attire for the festivals her natal world once had, something that happened decades ago, yet felt like centuries away. Clothes were a luxury the vagabond couldn’t indulge in. What she had was all she had. To see something like this dress on her… It felt as though she was looking at another person. The assurance that she was only seeing herself felt like a frightfully intangible thing.
Eden took in a breath, an attempt to grasp the threads of reality and keep herself from falling into a panic. For once, her eyes didn’t follow Dolltaki continuously. Rough fingertips reached down, running gently along the fabric. “I…” What could she say? So many emotions tumbled and collided within her through the surreal situation. There was fear, protective rage, amazement. What could she say? “I’ve, never seen myself in anything like this before.”
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