The shopkeeper and her assistant exchange a look, no doubt weighing the options here. If they serve the elf and one of their regular customers walks in... but on the other hand, if they don't serve this elf who is apparently on some council in the Inquisition... The organization may not have the support of everyone in Orlais yet, but with Madame de Fer a prominent member of it, perhaps it's wise not to get on her bad side.

Beckoning her assistant closer, the shopkeeper hands her the measuring tape and goes off to see what they have ready made in those colors. Ellana is brought behind the divider for privacy and is quickly measured. At least the assistant makes no comment, unlike those brought to Skyhold for the soiree. Oh, those tailors didn't want to speak to her either, but they spoke around her.

Within minutes, the two women and going over the numbers and a corset just as Araceli described is brought forward and slipped onto her. Ellana holds the front against herself and the moment the laces are tightened she lets out a startled sound, unsure how to breathe.