You were exhausted. Working on the farm was a workout in itself, but somehow being Emily’s fashion guinea pig was ten times worse. But.. seeing Emily’s enthusiasm made it a little easier to deal with. You had been in several different garments; blouses, dungarees, vests, dresses, skirts... At this point, your limbs were starting to ache with how many times you were pulling on and off clothes. You were currently wearing one of her newest sets - a floral, summery slip dress that was far too tight around your hips. She took a step back, her eyebrows furrowed as she tucked her measuring tape into her pocket, her arms crossing over her chest in thought.

“...That.. doesn’t look right,” She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing before her eyes lit up. “Maybe it just needs a lace trim.” She smiled, scrambling through her drawers to find some fabric.

May Yoba save you.