[H1][center][Color=Palegreen]Nur[/color] [color=palevioletred]and[/color] [color=mediumpurple]Darius[/color][/center][/h1]
[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Afternoon
[color=mediumpurple]Location[/color]: River Port, Tailor
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: Darius [@FunnyGuy] and Nur [@Dreamingflowers]
[color=mediumpurple]Ambiance[/color]:  [url=https://youtu.be/t5HInsTeI1Y]Fabrice the tailor[/url]
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After giving a nod, Nur and Darius walked forth and entered through the glass doors of the tailor. The first thing that hit their senses was the fresh lavender scent and perfectly arranged headless statuesque mannequins. The clothing on the display was among the finest Darius had ever seen and he wondered how expensive Nur's tastes were in all manner of things. A distinguished-looking feline demi-human silently stood with exemplary posture like a still mannequin himself. A knowing smile formed on his lips once their attention was on him.

[Color=Burlywood]"Welcome! My name is Fabrice! This is my establishment, where I create top quality garments for River Ports finest ladies and gentlemen, I take my craft seriously, and you can expect the best."[/color] 

Nur greeted Fabrice with a nod and smile. She could tell the demi-human had great taste in clothes. Aside from the mannequins on display, there were bolts of different fabrics neatly arranged by color, thickness, and pattern. She sauntered towards the silk aisle, immediately drawn to a green-colored silk. Nur ran her fingers across the fabric, it was smooth and soft. 

Fabrice walked up to her, tapping the bolt of fabric. 

[color=Burlywood]“Good choice, this green silk is dyed in a subtle gradient.”[/color] Fabrice pulled on the bolt of fabric to unravel some length of the silk, showing Nur the fading of light to dark. 

[color=Palevioletred]“It’s beautiful,”[/color] Nur said in awe. She was already imagining what kind of clothing could be made from it. Fabrice could tell he had a potential customer right there. He looked at the woman and narrowed his eyes, recognizing her kind. He held up the fabric next to Nur, envisioning the potential of it. 

[color=Burlywood]“It would look great with your eyes, I can take your measurements, and turn it into something amazing”[/color] Fabrice stated with complete confidence. He didn’t wait for an answer, as he already knew what it would be. He pulled up a second brighter green bolt of silk, and his measuring tape, promptly walking to the back of the store, expecting Nur to follow suit. And she did. 

Darius had probably watched only a few seconds of the exchange before he started messing with the [url=https://i.imgur.com/z0iwSHq_d.webp?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium]instrument[/url] he purchased. It was wooden, had 8 strings, and had a stand on the back which was convenient if he needed to set it down. He thought about trying out a string to give it a listen, but refrained. He could wait… And be bored. 

He looked around the store and thought of the last time he was with a tailor. It had been right before the ball and Airdan had offered to take Myra, Artemis, and Darius to a tailor in between dance lessons. He remembered Myra being quite confused by the whole measurement bit and Artemis seemed to be enjoying picking out her fabric just as Nur did now. [Color=mediumpurple][i]Good times… I wonder what happened to those two. I'm sure Airdan made it out fine. Artemis though… She left before things got bad so I guess she's probably doing fine too. Maybe she went back home to her family. That'd be nice after what she's been through.[/i][/color]

Meanwhile, Nur stood on a small stool, to even out her height with the tailor. She was looking at a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7d/b2/3b/7db23b142163cec39103a2e26aa5d7a8.jpg]dress[/url] on one of the mannequins. It looked similar to one she had ordered to be made, prior to her arrival with Haldir. She had planned to pick it up, to take it with her. Only her escape was poorly planned and haphazard. She was sure that by now the guards had warned Haldir she got away, and he was catching on to what was going on. Aside from that Fabrice didn’t seem like the kind of man she could wrap around her finger that easily. It wouldn’t be for a lack of trying though. 

[color=Burlywood]“Lift up your arms young lady”[/color] Fabrice had a stern voice, and a no nonsense kind of work ethic. He took her measurements with meticulous precision. 
Nur did as she was told with a disappointed look on her face, taking her eyes off the dress she knew she wasn’t going to have. The green dress was coming together swiftly. It was actually quite impressive, but Nur was too caught up in what she was missing out on. 

She tried a different approach. She moved her hands up to the laces of her corset and started to untie them. 
[color=Palevioletred]“If I take these off, it will be easier for you”[/color] The succubus smiled at the tailor, her slit eyes gleaming. Instead of being seduced however, Fabrice was annoyed. He looked her dead in the eye, staring at her over his glasses.

[color=Burlywood]“That won’t be necessary”[/color]

Nur pouted, and rolled her eyes, feeling annoyed. She hated not getting her way, and couldn’t wait for the tailor to be done so she could go back to Darius. At least he was fun to be around. After a good amount of time, the dress was about halfway done. Fabrice busied himself with the construction of the green detachable scarf, that was part of the design of the dress. Nur jumped off the stool, the partially made dress flowing behind her, and went back into the store. 

Fabrice barely acknowledged what she was doing, if the girl wanted to be stabbed by the numerous pins, so be it. 

She spotted Darius, fidgeting with the mysterious instrument he bought on a whim, looking bored out of his mind. Time to change that. 
[color=Palevioletred]“Hey you…., come on follow me”[/color] She waved him over to the changing rooms. 

[Color=mediumpurple]"Deeper I go…"[/color] Darius only mouthed as he was wary of getting too involved in the making of a dress. He forced a smile and walked over to the changing room. [Color=mediumpurple][i]Then again, I might see something nice.[/i][/color] His smile seemed to grow another inch at the thought of being lucky enough to get a better look at the beauty in the partially finished green dress. [Color=mediumpurple]"Looks like he's doing a great job. Wow…"[/color] Darius was quite stunned and he wasn't even into these sort of things.

[color=Palevioletred]“Yes, yes it’s beautiful….now we have to..”[/color] Nur dismissed the compliments on Fabrice's craftsmanship and proceeded to walk over to the changing rooms. 

[color=Palevioletred]“Go in here…”[/color] 
The changing room was quite spacious, with two large mirrors facing each other, so you could get a full view of anything you might try on. Nur sat down on a small stool, crossing one leg over the other, her arm on her knee, and her face cupped in her hand. She winced, feeling a pin stab into her side. 

[color=Palevioletred]“I want to see the outfit you got, so…..time to strip down”[/color] Her leg bobbed up and down lightly, the fabric of the dress sweeping over the floor. She watched Darius with anticipation who returned a look of surprise. 

[Color=mediumpurple]"Now?"[/color] The question was [i]mostly[/i] rhetorical. A low sigh escaped him as he shrugged. Compared to his first bath in the wilderness of Avalia with Myra watching, this was just a walk in the park. He set down his instrument, removed his backpack, and then opened it to grab the clothing he had purchased. [Color=mediumpurple]"It's going to be kind of wrink-... Oh! Hey Nur, I totally forgot to give this to you. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to hold onto it since I have the bag."[/color] He reached to hand her the perfume before returning to his bag and undressing, starting with his jacket, followed by his utility belt, pants.

Nur took the perfume bottle into her hands, feeling slightly surprised. So, it was for her all along? Looks like she hadn’t lost her touch. It was shaped like a heart, with gold filigree details and a pink crystal cap. How pretty. She enjoyed the gift, and the lack of manipulation it took to receive it. It felt more real, like a gift was supposed to be.  She took off the cap and held the tip up to her nose, it smelled like roses, a delicate mixture of different ones.

She smiled, totally forgetting Darius was changing right in front of her. Before she had another opportunity to sneak a peek, the curtains were drawn back, revealing a very unamused Fabrice. 

[color=Burlywood]“Young lady…, your”[/color] He started at Darius over the top of his glasses, his expression unchanging. He cleared his throat, and proceeded to give them a lecture how his establishment was not to be mistaken for a brothel, even after Darius had pleaded with him that this was "not what it looks like!" Fabrice wasn't having any of it! The tailor walked up to Nur and snapped his fingers.

[color=Burlywood]“Please stand up over there..”[/color] He pointed at the small stool. 
Nur did as she was asked while trying not to laugh. The dress was finished surprisingly quickly, as the scarf was looped through a metal belt a little above her waistline. Fabrice clearly had had enough of the both of them, as he left the changing rooms as quickly as he arrived, instructing them to follow him to the counter. 

Once they were alone again Nur turned to Darius who shrugged with an embarrassed smile, She imitated Fabrice, pretending to stare down at Darius over her invisible glasses, using her index finger to push it back up from the tip of her nose.

[color=Palevioletred]“He is right you know, this isn’t a brothel”[/color] He managed to chuckle.

[Color=mediumpurple]"He's being so extra… I usually like cats too…"[/color] Darius shook his head disappointingly as he started putting on his [url=https://i.imgur.com/uDAmARI.png]new outfit.[/url] It actually fit him quite well despite eyeballing it. [Color=mediumpurple]"Do you like your dress?"[/color] He asked as he put on the vest to his outfit.

[color=Palevioletred]“I love [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/621479731748929567/805430224217047071/b8f03cc58f33f4dfb5caf99b740f1072--drawing-clothes-king-of-kings.jpg?width=399&height=513]it[/url]”[/color] She turned to the mirror and started to undo the braid in her hair, playing with the way it looked until she was satisfied. Nur sprayed on some of the precious perfume and inhaled the floral scent. 

[color=Palevioletred]“I’m ready to steal your heart now.”[/color]

[Color=mediumpurple]"Are you?"[/color] He playfully challenged before stuffing his previous outfit in his bag. [Color=mediumpurple]"Remember, this isn't a brothel."[/color] He jokingly mocked Fabrice as well.