"Thank you, sir." He waits to see if there's more or if the dom will hang up. 

Nothing more.  He ends the call and prepares for the day.  Practice and a habit of keeping his wardrobe organized in pre-planned outfits means he's up and out of the apartment in a very short time, grabbing a meal bar to eat as he walks.  Today is a loose sleeveless shirt and shorts, since Sienna is one of the warmer Halls.   

Altogether, it's a bit under a kilometer and he's a fast walker.  It takes 0.4 of an hour before they'll hear the phone ringing to signal his arrival.

He relays the plan to Kente. And, "I don't think he's angry."

Since they have a little time, he wants get some exercises done. The room's not exactly suited for it, what with all the nets, but even if doesn't mind the nightshirt so much he should probably not go do exercises the hallways. He picks some that he can do with the room's constraints.

He's already made the bed, and there aren't really any more chores to do. He finds out by asking the daemons that they don't consciously know life information about him and Kente. And that they'd like to. So he'll tell them about some of that - their Gifts, and that Kente dances, and where they live when they're home.

(There's - other stuff they should probably know. But if they have half an hour it's - probably not the time to start on it.)

And he adds that Alessa likes architecture and art history, and draws, and cooks well, and pretty much manages the household, and should probably get some sort of award for organization/logistics if that was something people gave submissives. In case Alessa wasn't going to bring it up.

He ducks his head and bites his lip a little.

He picks up the phone when it rings.

"I'm at the lobby," he says cheerfully.  When they get there, he continues.  "I checked, and there's a tailor that sells cheap type-color clothing a little over a hectometer bow-ward on this level.  Not great, but it'll do for walking around since you probably don't want to wait for something custom-made."

They go to the lobby. (Partially by Kente's efforts, he has wrapped himself in the sheet again.)

He doesn't really understand those direction indications, but he's about to see, so that isn't very important.

"Thank you, sir. We'd be very grateful to have something soon, sir."

Exiting the small offshoot that they had been in until now, they get their first proper look at a main Hall.  Wider than an average street, the lowest floor beneath them has a canal running through the center and patches of grass and small trees between it and the stone-tiled paths close to the walls.  Above it are two levels of balcony paths lined in planter boxes, with their current vantage point being on the middle of the three total layers.  All of the walls of this artificial canyon are lined in houses and storefronts.  The ceiling has a bright row of sunlight-mimicking lamps and a mirrored surface that makes the structure look twice as tall.  Rust red silk banners hang from the occasional bridges that cross between the balcony sides, and the entire Hall has a loose theme of desaturated warm tones.  

There are quite a few people out, looking twice as crowded due to daemons but still with plenty of space in the wide walkways.  In the open space at the center, someone will occasionally dart past riding or being carried by a bird-shaped daemon.  Considering the small size of several of the birds, this clearly is taking magic rather than wing strength.  

...

That - is not exactly what he was expecting.

He looks up at the lights and the - ceiling(?).

"...Are we - underground, sir?"

"We're on a ship.  Tower of Autumn, specifically.  It has a bunch of long halls like this, side by side, each with a few thousand people."

A what.

He successfully doesn't actually blurt that out at any doms.

"...A ship, sir?"

"A ship," he repeats, then pauses.  "Huh, that's... going to be a lot to explain."  He'd be surprised that it hadn't come up, though considering how timid they've been perhaps they just hadn't wanted to ask.  

"Short version is: Our ancestors used to live on a planet, but it was becoming unstable.  They built a fleet of ships and packed them full of as many people as they could, then sent them off into space.  We've been crossing the space to another livable planet, but it's been over 200 years and we're still decades off.  Until then, the ships are built like cities, with farms and so on, so we can live normally in them."

It does seem like the sort of thing that might have come up if they'd asked more questions, even if literally asking 'so are we on a planet or not that' would not have really occurred to them.

Oh. Oh, wow.

That - that explains the documents and the 'fleet' and the directions... ...And the map, those must be ships...

"Oh. Wow. Thank you, sir," he remembers to say.

And, "Our people live on a planet, sir. I - don't think we know how to build ships like this."

He's privately confused about what he's being thanked for, though replies with a "you're welcome" out of reflex.  Thinking about it for a moment, it's probably for the explanation and not thanks for living in a spaceship.  

"We had been assuming you were from a planet, though it's good to get confirmation."  

Meanwhile, they can be on their way to buy clothes.  

They pass a shop selling and repairing used electronics, and a side-street lined in what looks like residential doors.  There's a small barber shop, then the tailor right after it.  

Six mannequins display clothing on one side of the shop between displays of fabric swaths.  They are relatively simple designs, lacking the beading and embroidery that Azure and his friends had worn.  The other half is eighteen long racks of pre-made clothing sorted by colors matching the logo at the front of each rack.  Utilitarian underthings line shelves on the back wall.  The checkout counter is lined in small boxes full of patches and colorful bandannas.  

Behind the counter doubles as a sewing area, and an old man is hunched over a sewing machine and putting together the pieces of a shirt while his daemon watches the store.  

Nodnod. (He hopes that's ok to do at doms here.)

It's a relief to get to the clothing shop tailor(?). The information about the being-on-ships had distracted him some, but not entirely, and he's still very aware of himself, and the street (...or, whatever they call this instead), and everyone on it. (He's been trying not to, but he still keeps ending up clutching the sheet).

Looking around doesn't help him figure out which clothing is for who here at all, but presumably the dom knows, and for all he knows this might be a sub-specific tailor and then there'd be nothing to notice. (He might think the beading and embroidery had been for doms, but the dom had said 'cheap' and that seems likely enough to be the cause of the difference, there.) He waits to see what they're supposed to do next. (He looks around to see if there might also be shoes.)

Shoes have their own specialty stores here.

"Kente, your vulpix is a fire type, so pick whatever fits you from that rack.  And Alessa - your spinarak is bug-type.  Well, technically bug and poison, but the first one is the one that counts.  That's this one," he gestures at the respective racks.  

Each rack has a variety of sizes organized along it, meaning that any given size only has a few pieces to choose from.  Kente has predominantly orange options, while Alessa has lime green.  Most of the fabric has simple abstract or geometric prints, and everything continues to be silk.  The premade pieces are about half the price of the custom options advertised on the opposite side of the store.  

Orange, sure.

They probably would want at least two sets of clothing. How expensive does that look?

Is there a fitting room or do they need to guess at sizes?

"Thank you, sir."

(Socks? Hair ties? Little sewing kits?)

Oh, if they also use clothing to mean another thing here, that might be part of why he's having trouble around role reading them. Unless submissives and dominants are also different 'types'?

He looks at the rack he was pointed to. Do they have anything like the kind of submissive robes he usually wears (a bit longer than the knee, not too much extra fabric), or other kinds of submissive robes if not that? (He knows that's not what submissives wear here, at least very probably, but it's what he's used to, and if it's allowed...)

Two sets each is well within their budget.  Adding in underthings (a category which includes socks, according to the organization of the shop) puts it at about a quarter of their funds.  There is a small stack of pocket-sized sewing kits along with the patches by the counter, but nothing for hair.  This is not a large shop, and appears to have a pretty niche specialty - everything is casual wear for adults.  A single changing room is available at the very back.  

Robes don't seem to be fashionable around here.  There are some knee-length skirts and shorts and long pants which either flare out or hug the legs, about two of each per 'type' per size.  There are an equal number of shirts with variable sleeve lengths and torso lengths.  

He is being ridiculous, he's seen images of historical and foreign submissives in different clothing, clothing isn't sorted the same here...