Ame notes the leatherworker's stall, but doesn't go there yet.

"Maybe. It could be nice to have a backup outfit in case something bad happens to this one." Jiggle. Despite leaving exactly nothing to the imagination, her fishnet top does provide half-decent support.

Blush.

"It seems like very fine weaving. Never seen the like."

That paper-thin excuse established, she looks more openly.

"I could try to make something like it? It's, uh, small enough that it shouldn't take too long..."

"One of its best features, in my opinion. Very easy to wash, too. Want to take a closer look?"

"Yes."

Ame joins Cute Lesbian behind her stall.

"I'm Ameron. What's your name?"

"O- Ophile. Well met??" Blushblushblush. She's looking around at the surrounding everyone. At least three people are paying attention to them, which: Aaaah.

Cuuute.

"Well met, Ophile."

Ame casually skimms a finger through Ophile's hair in a light caress, now that they're standing so close.

"I saw you watching me yesterday, too. If you wanna to do more than look, I'd be happy to let you. How does that sound? But I'm gonna want at least a discount for letting you study my... shirt... up close."

She leans back slightly. Eyes darting around anywhere else but magnetizing back. "Sounds, uh, good! You're very pretty. The shirt, I mean, is very pretty. But-" She gives a helpless vague gesture at the fact that they're in public. "And a discount, uh, that's, I wouldn't..." 'Hire a whore', is the phrase she doesn't manage to actually speak.

It's easy enough to guess the end of that sentence.

Ame smiles gently, leaning in close, caressing her cheek with a light, seemingly absent touch.

"Wouldn't you? You're a part of the mercantile life, too. I'm proud of my trade, and I bet you've been told you ought to be proud of yours. Your desire shines like a diamond in the sun, and you stand to benefit besides. There is absolutely nothing wrong with giving me an incentive to make time for you."

She takes another step back. "Um I'm only a part-time merchant but that's irrelevant Spirits that sounds nice but everyone is going to know we had sex!" She whispers in a low hiss.

Ame doesn't pursue, just maintains her smile.

"They'll probably at least guess, but it also probably won't be long before everyone starts guessing that about literally anyone I've ever spoken to. I won't be upset if you decline, but it is ultimately up to you to decide if people knowing about it is worth more regret than not doing it at all."

Ophile squeezes her eyes shut and fails to stop blushing and takes a deep breath.

"You're... Good at it?" Blush increases and she holds a hand up. "Wait. Stupid question." Breathe out. Activate Skill. A calm comes over her.

"Material cost is two copper for linen or cotton, six for nola. I recommend nola, it's nice, here, feel my shirt sleeve. Because a custom shirt will involve design skills and unusual patterns and at least a couple of hours I would normally charge eight to twelve copper more depending on what exactly you want in a new, uh, open shirt. One or three for materials and four to six for labor for each of, uh, panties and tiny skirt. I don't have the Skills to enchant it with anything but I know how to make it compatible with future enchantment and the color-change cantrip. I can try to teach you the color-change cantrip for, uh, six copper. I'll drop the price by up to t-two thirds plus materials cost if you- If you're good at your job. For one hour."

"Two-thirds off non-materials cost for an hour of me doing my best to melt you into a happy puddle, for one unenchanted replica of this outfit, is probably a better deal than you realize, but I think it'll be more fun if you learn that the... wet... way. Agreed."

One of her hands unconsciously drifts in front of her skirt before she catches herself. "Yes good. Okay. I can - Let me make a good sketch of how it looks on you. Close examination. Have to get every detail right." (Clear ulterior motives, there). "And then I'll put my things up and my place is just across the street."

"Of course. Take your time."

Ophile sketches! In full view of the rest of the market, even. She's a surprisingly good artist... And adds slightly more detail than is strictly necessary to describe the construction of the garments. She flushes whenever she glances up to meet Ame's eyes and smirk. Or when Ame teases her in a dozen easy-target ways.

Ame doesn't tease her too much, even if she does at one point suggest that since at least the skirt and maybe the shirt too are of unfamiliar materials, Ophile should probably finger the materials to gauge their properties while she's still taking notes.

"Your clothes are weird! What's this even made of? It's smooth and thick but doesn't even feel like fibers. The stitching on this is incredibly regular. Whoever did this was high level - except it's also weirdly crude in places? There's no double-stitching on the seams here. And your shoes... Sorry if I'm nerding out* it's just- Where did you even get these?"

*Lit: "Talking about my rock collection."

"I honestly don't know. It might be vinyl? I think the fabric was probably cut and stitched and assembled by different people, though. The skirt was abandoned in a donation bin. The shirt and panties were a gift. I stole the shoes from a... rival, who tried to get me arrested."

Frown. "I've never heard of vinyl. Different people- Why would you do it like that, it'd limit their Skills. Wait, arrested? That sounds terrible!"

"The city I'm from was not a nice place. And it wouldn't surprise me if whatever company employed the workers considered that a bonus."

"They don't just - quit, and make things themselves?"

"It'd be illegal or impractical to sell those things, and they wouldn't be able to compete price-wise anyway, so they'd just starve. There's a joke about wage work where I'm from, that it's just slavery with extra steps."

"...Cities sound terrifying. I'm glad I live out here where we help each other."

"Well, you're not wrong."

Idle, seemingly thoughtless caress, none-the-less careful to not disturb Ophile's sketching.