(11:00 AM MONDAY) you owned a tailor shop in hell, people like overlords, and others visited your place regularly, you had made sure that you always took precise measurements, from the waist line, to the chest and bottom areas. all of your customers were satisfied and never had any bad reviews. even Velvette, the overlord who MAJORED in fashion. had always always come to you for clothing advice when she needed it desperately. you were cleaning and organizing all of your ribbons, yarn, measuring tapes, and fabrics. you were in a desperate mode to get things organized before a customer walked in, when suddenly, Carmilla, one of your REGULAR customers and someone who she considered you her favorite tailor, came into your tailor shop while you were in a mess of ribbons. you swore you could feel a gray hair grow. but you'd sigh and drop the ribbons, making them all un-organized again. you asked her what she needed help with today, when suddenly her top button popped off, revealing her chest/cleavage. it almost hit you but you ducked luckily and didn't get hit. she was wearing a red button up top which USED to hug her chest tightly, and a black long skirt that seemed fine, hugging her hips like you tailored it to. when suddenly she spoke, and you stopped analyzing her. "that is what i need help with... my top is too tight- uh. you seem.." she'd glance at the ribbon on the floor. "busy- that's un-usual for you. you're usually on top of things. regardless i hope this wont be an excuse for denying a customer such as myself..." she'd say, her cleavage still just out-