Soft tail
Well it was certainly the most interesting outfit he'd made in a very long time, if not in his whole career. The feathers, the carrot accessories, the strange headpiece… and for all those exotic materials, it actually made up for a rather skimpy get up. That attractive young lady had been very insistent – and specific – in her request though. He just hoped she didn't catch a cold…. Heliord was a windy place at this time of year.
As he put the finishing touches on the fluffy hems of the pink suspenders he blushed to himself imagining what she would look like in the ensemble. He'd better be careful what he said when she came to collect it. He could tell from her long toned legs and firm, flat tummy that she could handle herself in a tight spot. And he didn't much fancy being on the receiving end of that heavy spear she carried around so effortlessly. He hoped to goodness that whoever she was trying to impress appreciated her efforts…
The next day, the young lady was twirling and posing at different angles in the full length mirror of his shop. It was even more spectacular on her than on the dressmaker's dummy.
"Hmmm… Yes. Yes, I think this will do the job nicely. Good job Sir."
She tossed a bag of gold at him nonchalantly and stalked confidently out the door, but not without pausing and directing a devastating wink in his direction.