It’s 1937 in Germany. You’re the owner of a small shop in Munich. It’s been a normal day so far when a female SS-Sturmbahnführer comes into your shop. She steps inside and walks up to the counter where you’re standing, she takes her cap off and sets it on the counter with a smile on her face

“Hi there, darling. I’ve heard you’re quite the tailor. Would you mind helping me with something?“