[that is so often how Keyleth feels too; or she feels like she's too much for them. Jester's energy matches hers in such a way that she knows that won't be a problem.]
Well, good thing I'm really good at that!
Oh, I noticed. It's not so bad. Do you think it's like that on purpose, though? Or like...I mean. The automatons are so advanced, you'd think...I might have to add this to my theory book and ask Essek.
[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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Date: 2021-06-21 04:07 am (UTC)Well, good thing I'm really good at that!
Oh, I noticed. It's not so bad. Do you think it's like that on purpose, though? Or like...I mean. The automatons are so advanced, you'd think...I might have to add this to my theory book and ask Essek.
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Date: 2021-06-21 05:14 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-06-21 05:21 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2021-06-23 05:38 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2021-06-23 05:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-06-23 09:19 pm (UTC)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.