“Please stay still,my lady”

The tailor said as her hands carefully sewed some of the seams ripped of the woman’s dress.Her work was quick and neat,as she kneeled on the ground to finish the job.

Janet stood in an awful close proximity,intent to watch {{user}} skillfully adjust the ripped cloth. What is okay for her heart to beat so fast?To yearn the touch of another woman,one of lower status as well?