[As they come up to the entrance, Jester drops Keyleth's arm so she can push the door open, leading her into a quaint little tailor's shop staffed by automatons.]
It's so weird. Like everything is staged or something, you know? Hiii! [This to the robot behind the counter.] We need clothes. Cute ones. Not too slutty.
[The robot...doesn't seem to computer, and instead turns to Keyleth.]
Right? I bet it's all fakey-fake-fake, she pronounces.
[Jester's very interested in how the bots are going to interpret Keyleth's request; she watches as two of them come around the counter with tape measures and start taking all the appropriate (and maybe some inappropriate) measurements.]
[Keyleth tries to stand still for the measurements, even the inappropriate ones. when the automatons are done, she leans in close to whisper to Jester, hoping not to be overheard]
Oh, nothing, really. It's the idea that they might put them in places that are... inappropriate.
[a little louder, but still quiet]
before I came here, I wasn't really... the whole sex thing wasn't a big deal to me. and there's only one person I wanted to do it with.
[Oh. Oh! That...is an angle Jester never really considered before. It kind of makes sense, now that she thinks about it.]
This must be really weird for you, then, huh? [She leans against the counter, watching the robots measure Keyleth's bust and shoulders.] I grew up in a really fancy brothel, so it's a little easier for me.
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It's so weird. Like everything is staged or something, you know? Hiii! [This to the robot behind the counter.] We need clothes. Cute ones. Not too slutty.
[The robot...doesn't seem to computer, and instead turns to Keyleth.]
What can we measure for you!
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[she glares at the automaton. she doesn't have to like them.]
Oh hi, yes. Just some simple dresses in reds and greens. Maybe something in white? NO zippers. And not too short. Thank you.
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[Jester's very interested in how the bots are going to interpret Keyleth's request; she watches as two of them come around the counter with tape measures and start taking all the appropriate (and maybe some inappropriate) measurements.]
What do you have against zippers?
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Oh, nothing, really. It's the idea that they might put them in places that are... inappropriate.
[a little louder, but still quiet]
before I came here, I wasn't really... the whole sex thing wasn't a big deal to me. and there's only one person I wanted to do it with.
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This must be really weird for you, then, huh? [She leans against the counter, watching the robots measure Keyleth's bust and shoulders.] I grew up in a really fancy brothel, so it's a little easier for me.