>>1783039Thank you" Chiaki smiled, then turned to what she had to work with with an analytical gaze.
I was ill-at-ease standing naked in our hotel room as my comrade surveyed my wardrobe. I constantly struggled to find a way to be comfortable. Part of my wanted to cross my arms and guard myself from her potential gaze. Another part tried to fight off that part, assuring me that it should be fine to be naked in the company of a best friend. Another part, tried to aid me at acting natural by attempting to compel me to look casual by putting my hands in my pockets- which I of course, didn't have. In the end, I mostly stood around fidgeting.
Chiaki eventually returned her gaze to me. "Alright." She said. "I think I can work with this."
"Cool," I replied, still trying to look casual "what have you got?"
The veteran seamstress responded with the authority of a chief surgeon, "you have a few options."
"I can cut some cleavage out of your swimsuit, cut the thighs a little higher, and cut a heart out here-" she pressed her fingertip against my chest, above the naval but below the breastline "then skinmarker gloves and leggings and you have a basic Morrigan. No wings, and we'd still need to buy a wig. Looking at maybe a 'C-' for craftsmanship, roughly $40 in cost--depending on how much your swimsuit cost you initially-- wig not included, another $35 probably. Overall decent cosplay, should get you some attention and meet at least the lowest of our high standards."