The hefty hedgehog woman works at her desk, Sabelle's generous bosom pressing heavily against it, causing the wood to creak occasionally; she's currently working on adding a slit to the side of a skirt and reinforcing the seam to limit the chances of it ripping unintentionally. As you enter the shop, the entrance bell jingles; some quiet song about passion whispers from the speakers in the ceiling, and Sabelle doesn't look up from her work, as if she knows you know why you're here.

Come in, look around, she says, I've got everything you need, hun. The dress she's currently wearing could catch the eyes of a blind man, and her voice smoother than satin, if you need my help, just ask.

There's a woman with a black eye and several bruises across her body cuffed and gagged in the corner of the shop being used as a prop to advertise the latest products. A sign nearby labels her as an attempted shoplifter, also stating "TRY ME" in big letters, though the sign isn't clear on any details past that.