A woman walks in. Her earlobes and her lower lip are stretched out, and presently contain large ceramic plates; her hair is wrapped around a circular headpiece; her eye makeup is editorial and brightly colored; her purse is a perfect sphere; her dress is short, structured, and oddly squiggly.

”Hi!” she says; having her lower lip stretched out around a large ceramic plate is doing odd things to her diction. “Um, you’re one of the, like, magic sewing people?”

At least.  "I am!  Is there something you're looking to commission or would you like to browse our premade collection?"

“I maybe wanna look at your premade collection first, got anything you like to show off?”

"Unfortunately we just sold the wings, which were certainly the flashiest of our premade inventory.  Do you have any magical-stitches-that-are-literally-embroidered-into-your-skin-like-you're-a-fucking-blouse-or-something-like-what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-magic-system," (the local language is such a way.  And is understood and spoken via the opaque veil covering Aiu's ears and the back of his hair) "or are you just interested in our no-embroidery-needed selection?"

"I'm not literally-embroidered-like-a-fucking-blouse-or-something," confirms Sphere Lady. 

"Our sensory items are on those two displays, the electronic accessories are over there, and the culinary section is up against that wall."

She wheels over to the sensory section - her shoes are, evidently, heelys - and peers at it curiously.

There are little embroidered pocket-square cards advertising the following items:

• volume-equalizing earmuffs (a note indicates the existence of a similar product for literally-embroidered-like-a-fucking-blouse-or-something people, which can entirely cancel disliked noises and enhance preferred ones, as well as do fancy things like repeating a sound that the user just heard or playing their music collection)
• veils that improve visual acuity (available in glasses- or binocular-strength, individually, on this display, and in adjustable micro-to-telescopic ones on the rack for tattooed people)
• veils that do interesting things with color vision, like expanding one's range into infrared and ultraviolet, emulating colorblindness and tetrachromacy, and just plain tinting
• sunveils which adjust to the amount of ambient light
• pain-relieving healing bandages, heating pads, and ice packs
• various stim toys ('warm fuzzies', 'sharp corners', 'cool gel', and 'manta ray', among other kinds)
• plushies with a similar range of being interestingly cuddleable
• everlasting scented handkerchiefs
• face masks which filter out all smells ('also disease-preventing!') ('low-cost commissions available for personalized interior scents!')
• a parasol which when spun drops a personal tent over its user, to be used in cases of sensory overload
• gloves which give increased sensory data and finer motor control
• 'hand in ungloveable hand' gloves, which just feel like being barehanded

"Huh, cool," says Sphere Lady, having peered over the display for a bit. "- d'you you think you could make, like, my existing purse, but, like, a version that levitates and occasionally makes ominously cryptic remarks?"

"May I examine your existing purse?"

"Yeah!" 

She removes her purse and places it on the counter; it wobbles, slightly, and doesn't quite roll off. The only thing inside of it is another, smaller, also spherical purse; she removes that smaller purse, and places it in the position on her person that its larger counterpart once occupied.

What materials is it made of?

The main body of it is pleather, painted glossy and white, with an internal wire structure to help it retain a shape, and an aluminum zipper; the inside of it is lined with cotton; it has a pleather strap attached.

"I can do one that stays at whatever height someone puts it and that you can tow along with you on a lead.  If you want to invest in magical-stitches-that-are-literally-embroidered-into-your-skin-like-you're-a-fucking-blouse-or-something-like-what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-magic-system then you could get one that follows you as you please and that you can adjust the height of mentally and have do maneuvers.  Cryptic remarks might have to be done electronically."

"Huh," says Sphere Lady. "Do you do what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-magic-system stuff in house, or would I have to, like, go somewhere else for that?"

"Not my area of expertise.  I could recommend someone who can recommend an artist."

"Eh, I'll skip it. How much for a case of the plain old floaty floats?"

Aiu names a price cheaper than the highest end of what was available five months ago but still pretty pricey.

"Yeah, sure. Upfront or on delivery?"

"Half now and half then."

“Sure!”

She gives him an appropriate amount of (extremely pretty) fiat currency.

"Thanks!"  Aiu deposits the coins and uses his hexagon to take a slightly ridiculous number of photos of the purse from lots of different angles.  "Would you like a precise replica or for me to use a bit of artistic whimsy?"

“A little artistic whimsy is cool,” says Sphere Lady.

Someone else walks in; she’s about six feet tall, her makeup is naturalistic and almost uncannily flawless, and her outfit resembles... denim... lingerie? She seems cold and uncomfortable and awkward and like she’s trying very hard not to look it.

“Salutations!” she says. “Are you looking for a girlfriend?”

Aiu taps an arrow-shaped patch on the back of an embroidered sign propped up on the counter; its previous message ('phone cases 15% off this week') unravels, and it resews itself into 'I am currently uninterested in acquiring even one girlfriend (though I'm sure you're lovely)'.

“Phooey. Fuck. Damn it,” she says. “- are you perhaps looking for something more - transient, than a girlfriend -“