Emi continued onwards. She headed for a crowd. If there was any unusual attention, they'd have to make a scene to do anything if she went into a crowd... and the district was not exactly empty at any time during the day. What she was looking for now, of course, was a dress shop. Oh, where to go... not everywhere carried dresses tailored for nem, it was true. They had to be sized for girls who were as large as human children but tailored for girls with bodies that were... well, not the bodies of children. It was really a matter of locating a tailor who had experience with different races, and in Karstberg that was not too big of a problem. It was more finding the shops that carried them...

Emi paused outside of the shop. Ah, perfect! Lorelei's! It was run by a very passionate young woman who sold only the finest of dresses... the building itself was elegant, fine glass windows, a cheerful sign marked with a depiction of Lorelei herself, white pillars holding up an overhang at the front of the shop... glass displays showing off the most expensive dresses... it made Emi want to be as successful as possible conning this rich tyrant. She wanted to buy one of them. The wonderful frills, the bow adorning the waist... half the fun of conning was the reward! The other half was... conning some rich idiot.

Without further hesitation Emi hurried into the shop.