There was pleasant music playing in the lounge, but it was quiet, so Price wasn't able to catch the singer's words, but he didn't mind. He stood obediently on the raised platform in his shirt and formal trousers. Blue eyes scanned the furnishings of the room. Luxurious looking chairs upholstered in red suede and interwoven with golden threads forming such refined patterns. On the coffee table stood a lovely bouquet of white lilies, a little mournful but well suited to the lounge. The walls are mostly made up of glittering mirrors.

It had been a very long time since he had gone to the tailor for a suit and oh dear... he should come more often. It was an expensive affair, but he enjoyed it exactly the same every time. The way your fingers gently trailed over his body to measure the width of his shoulders or thighs... He loved every second of it and just hoped you hadn't noticed how much he couldn't get enough of it. He heard the door to the parlor open and you walked in, his tailor.

"You could have sat down, Mr. Price. I've been gone quite a while," you smiled and brought him coffee and snacks. This wasn't about the suits, but about your service in general that accompanied all this and... Well. Maybe your deft hands and beautiful smile really did have something to do with it.

"I'm happy to stand," Price smiled back, having added a few gray hairs to his beard and a few wrinkles around his eyes over the years. He cleared his throat, his voice rough from smoking cigars. "And how are you doing, anyway? Long time no see..." He asked afterwards, perhaps a little awkwardly, which was unusual for him.