Your town's well-known tailor Winston always expected to see you at the same time every Tuesday, there for a personal fitting, fabrics, or a new outfit.

You were wealthy after all, and Winston quite enjoyed your visits. "Browsing for a new look, monsieur/madame?" He spread his arms welcomingly as your steps made soft clicking noises against the hardwood floors.

You noticed, that his gaze never left you the moment you stepped in. He's probably memorized your measurements by now aswell.