"Yes, they do. They just don't advertise them, so you ask the guy about it." Cynthia walks over to find the tailor. "I have 2 friends who need some new clothing, just the basics, really. One of them will be working as an emotional support worker, and the other a housekeeper. So, are the rooms ready?" The man, who likes the vibe of a silent, elderly tailor who's had customers for decades, just nods. He points at the rooms, and Cynthia walks over to Sana and Sofia.

"So, the way that things work is that you go into those rooms, over there, and we send in the clothes you're wanting to try through hatches. There are keys inside the doors, so you'll have complete privacy once you've locked it behind you." She points at a row of relatively small rectangular rooms, perhaps 6 feet by 12 feet, opening the door to two of them. The rooms all have a bench next to the door leading in, and a mirror that takes up the entire wall opposite the door leading in.

"So, Sana. Yes, they have the skinlike clothes. You'll take your own measurements, and then this tailor will get back to you with a pair for you. I think that's a great place to start. Sofia? Are you thinking of starting with getting a pair of those too, maybe?"

"They look really cool, I think I'd like a pair, yes" so I can wear them in front of my mistress

"How do we take our measurements?"

"There's a measuring tape placed on the bench inside. Use that one to get your measurements. Then the tailor will spin up the machines to get them cut to fit you, you'll try them on, and give feedback. Do you want them to go as low as mine, or do you want them a bit shorter?"

"They get made immediately? That's incredible!"

To Cynthia "What if I want you to give feedback? You're the local expert after all."

"I think I'll be fine with having them as long as yours, maybe I'll get shorter ones in the future."

"Yup! So, you should be ready to get started and try out some new outfits, right?" She smiles a bit at Sana.

"Let's do it!" she enters the room, does not lock it, and starts measuring herself.

The measuring tape is a material unlike anything she's ever seen, and she spends some moments trying to understand what it's made of. If feels like the softest of clothes, but is heavier than that... Probably something made with the local magic.

She will peek her head out to tell Cynthia her measurements.

Cynthia gives a thumbs up. "Now, the machines are fast, but not instant. So it'll be a few minutes of waiting before yours shows up. Actually..." Cynthia walks away for about a minute, before returning with what looks like a pen. "We'd also want to measure your skin color, as well." She points it at Sana's face for a moment. "Now we can start making them. Sofia, I forgot about checking your skin color; can you poke your head out for a minute?"

She also headpokes, and gives her measurements.

3 minutes pass before the lightning-quick laser cutting machine has made the 2 singular pieces of fabric, and the precise robot arms of the heat bonding machine have flawlessly fused them together, creating 2 entirely seamless pieces of clothing in a color identical to that of Sana and Sofia's skin. Cynthia walks over to the rooms, giving each of them the knee-length undergarments that become indistinguishable from their skin once it's put on.

"It's so comfortable! Perfectly sized and feels like wearing nothing.

How much did you say these cost? I might get a couple, I can see why you love them so much!"

"It really feels like being naked..."

"Well, they're stupid cheap. I think you could buy 50 of them with one of those old gold coins you have lying around? Of course you wouldn't need all those, maybe around 10 or so is enough that I can basically forget laundry entirely."

"Oh. Well, I trust you, I'll get ten."

"Same."

"Guess we can look at the work outfits now."

"Yes, let's! So, for Sana, it's going to be a bit more subjective. I want you to try thinking a bit about what you'd like, and I can give feedback on how well that fits in with how you'll be doing your job. For Sofia, it's a bit easier. You'll want leggings, a long shirt you can tuck into the leggings, the gloves, and the mask. And maybe a dress or a skirt or an apron on top of the basics. Anyway, it'd probably really help Sana to have a look around, see what kind of outfits and layers emotional support workers tend to have."

"A... mask? Why do I need to hide my face?"

"It's not about hiding your face. Housekeepers are exposed to a lot of dirt and dust, and they occasionally use cleaning materials that don't smell very nice, and the mask protects you from your face getting any dirt on it or smelling any of the bad-smelling materials. It's mostly psychological, really; it gives you that feeling of protection from "dirtiness". But if you don't mind it as much, it's probably not too necessary."

"I think I'd like one then, thank you."

Sana looks around to get a feeling for the various combinations she could use, and she sees...

dresses, made from increasing and decreasing amounts of sheer fabrics, sometimes in the front part of the skirt, between the legs, sometimes overlaid with flowers...

underwear sets of all sorts of different cuts, alluringly revealing larger or smaller parts of the mannequin's body...

loose, simple dresses, made of ultra-thin materials that do little to hide what's behind them...

flattering leggings, being tight in just the right areas...

Oh.

Oh wow.

None of those cover much.

Or at all, in the case of the dresses.

"Those ones are reserved for the bedroom, right?"

"That they are! If you're going out for a brief errand or something, it's 100% fine to walk around in just your workhorses. And if you're obviously dating someone, these are also acceptable for walking around in. But otherwise, yes, they're reserved for the bedroom, outside of the leggings and a few of the more modest dresses."