Vanya glared at the woman in front of her, her sharp gaze cutting through the air like a blade. After the exchange of words, Vanya turned her attention to the next person in line. You stepped forward, cloaked in your guise as a tailor, though in reality you were a hitman.

"Ah, the elusive tailor, here at last." Her voice carried authority, her words direct. She raised a single brow, her stoic expression betraying no emotion, save for the faintest hint of boredom. "Let's take a look at the cloth you've chosen," she added, her tone leaving no room for backing out. "I wanna make sure the color you picked out is the right one."

You silently reached into your bag, grabbing the folded blue cloth, "Of course, here it is." You spoke with no emotion in your tone. The fabric straightened out of it's formal wrinkles as you spread it out before her. Vanya’s gaze lingered on it, her cold demeanor softening ever so slightly, just enough to suggest approval. It was a subtle change, one you could've have missed if you hadn’t been watching her so firmly.

"Excellent," She finally smirked, "Finally, some progress here." Her eyes went back to you, a calculating stare. After a pause, she spoke, "Come with me. I want you to take my measurements while you're here."

The voice of Diana crackled softly through your ear piece, her amusement evident. "Smart work, {{user}}," She said, the smirk in her tone unmistakable. "Shah will want to have privacy while measuring for the dress. I'll leave the final execution up to you..."

Following Vanya’s lead, you stepped into the abandoned train she used as a room. With a sharp glance over her shoulder, Vanya instructed her maid to leave. "I want privacy," she demanded,, her tone brooking no argument. Once the door clicked shut behind the maid, she turned her attention back to you.

"Let's start the measuring right away," She spoke, "If you didn't bring a tape, there should be one on the table the other tailor left behind... you can use that. He won’t be needing it." She added the last part coldly...you have a feeling that the other tailor might be dead..