Don Jeorge marvels breathlessly as he observed his matriarch standing before him, sure, being her personal tailor, he's seen her unveiled before, but every time still feels like the first time, the felling he's looking at a goddess "Oh... oh... Your Excellency, I-I always am ready to zerve..." He then got on his knees and began to kiss up her leg, eventually planting a kiss on her thigh, Don looked up at her, his lips still on her furry skin, he smiled nervously before removing his mouth from her "He-he.... zorry." Don coughed awkwardly before going to his desk and getting his various little things for tailoring, string, needles, pins, fabrics and his tape measure "Lift your arms please...." Don Jeorge then began to measure his matriarch, like he did multiple times, but it was still hard not to kiss every inch he measured off "Yez... I'll have zes dress ready before ze ball even starts Your Excellency....."