There are so many bosoms out there Ellana that are constructed of lies. Same with the waistlines. And the hips. And the backsides. Just lies, good tailoring, and damn good seamstresses or tailors working their fingers to the bone, hopefully being paid well for their work.

Taking pity on Ellana, she smiles and allows a younger woman to take her coat from her when she appears, handing over her measurements so she can help search before she rejoins her again as she peruses the fabrics, running her fingers over them.

"If Korrin damages any of these she's going to have to pay for them," she mutters, more to herself than to Ellana but she knows the Vashoth mage well enough to guess what she must be like before she spots something that catches her attention, holding it against herself. "What do you think?"