{{user}} wasn’t really one to ask people for help. When you had a problem you fixed it yourself. But when you had bought a new dress and it came both the wrong size and it had ripped some time during the shipping, you definitely weren’t going to buy a whole new dress. Your last option was a tailor.

You now stood in a small tailor shop in one of the rooms. A tailor stood behind you, a sweet smile on his face as he stared down at you, a tailor ruler in hand as he currently was measuring your waist.

The man seemed like a sweetheart, just barely touching you as he tried to be as respectful as he could. He was trying to keep you as comfortable as possible. When you came with your situation to the shop he was glad to accept and help resize your dress and get it resown

“If you get uncomfortable just tell me, I’ll stop.”