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But wanting to be done with this, you start undressing. In a very grim sort of way, you are lucky that you are so scraped and cut up underneath your chemise, otherwise the dressmakers might have noticed that you are wearing men's boots with wraps in lieu of stockings. Still, their naked shock at the sight of your body elevates you into new heights of self-consciousness - to the point that you actually sigh with relief once you are covered with the undergarments for the dress. The contraption they batten down must be the corset - you watch in one of the wings of the mirror how it is laced, so you may do it yourself. Then there is the ... rigging for lack of a better word, for the bustle. Then the dress itself.
Inexplicably apprehensive about seeing yourself completely dressed in the reflection of the mirror, you look at the denuded mannequin instead, which clearly has been crudely modified to have some approximation of a bust, and the head was switched with a woman's mannequin intended for showing, not for making. Pattern's Perdition, there is so much <span class="mu-i">wrong</span> about this - about you. You just ... you need to stop dwelling on this and get the Hell out of here, that's what!
You ask for a hat, the lighter of the two veils, and the crop. With that, you have pulled yourself together in the best approximation of the mannequin as it was presented - excluding the gloves, of course. You know that your hands were not measured when you had your fitting here, so you know damned near for a surety that they won't fit - and you also know better than to try, as it would only draw attention to how freakishly your fingers are. With nothing left to delay, you square yourself in front of the mirror, and take a hard look at your reflection.
"What do you think, miss?"
"The dress is beautiful. My thanks to you three, and everyone who worked on it."
The girls start gathering up the rest of the accessories, and from the looks of it, you should be able to carry everything - your canvas bundle included - without too much trouble. This stuff is all very light, after all.You are, however, going to have to make a choice - do you allow them to lead you out through the front door of the establishment, or do you ask to be let out the back door? Your chief concern here is that the girl in the dark red dress is still in the front of the store, and she might ... you don't know how she'd react, seeing you dressed like this. But it seems to you that the fewer who know about you going around both in maids dresses and a 'worn piece' like this the better it will be for you in the long run. Against that is a concern that now you are dressed like this, you should not be leaving through back doors or cutting through alleys - or even side-streets really.
> Please choose ONE of the following:
> Ask to be let out the back way.
> Allow yourself to be let out the front door.
