Tulani sung softly as she tucked little Sinea into her bassinet in the studio. Satisfied the child was asleep, she moved back to her sewing. Having to cut back on her work had put her behind, but she didn't mind in the slightest. All she cared for was her daughter's happiness. Her child, her precious miracle. Nothing Tulani could ever do would make up for that. She had opted to give birth naturally, much to the confusion of Elunara, and she had loved every painful minute of pushing her beautiful gift into the world.
At nineteen she had been taken, her body destroyed, her only chance at a child removed so she could be a toy for the brutal master who bought her. At twenty she had been saved by the one woman who understood her pain and freed her like a dove. Twenty two she had been declared a wife of the same crazy night elf. By time she was twenty five, she had already established her skill in sewing in design and by time she was thirty, everyone wanted to own a "Tulani".
Just as Elunara had taken the moniker "The Whore" to rewrite the word, Tulani had taken ownership of herself and her body. To own a Tulani meant a gown of exceptional worth. No one would "own" Tulani again. Her name was her legacy, and now, at forty six, she could pick and choose who she wanted to "own" a piece of that legacy.
The door opened and her next customer walked in. Carla was a sweet and shy girl, just a few years older than Tulani had been when her world and body were ripped apart.
"Sorry I'm late."
"That's fine, dear. I was just getting Sinea down for her nap."
Carla lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Once she's out, she's difficult to wake." Tulani waved a hand. "How did the appointment go?"
"Oh, that father of mine!" She stomped a foot and cringed. "Sorry." Carla blushed. "I love Daddy, but he's terribly convinced that if I don't marry soon, I'm going to die an old spinster." She began to undress, carefully laying her clothes to the side and stepping up on to the stool Tulani used.
"Men, always trying to guess women. So tell me about the latest boy." Tulani helped Carla into the baseline dress that Tulani planned to alter into an evening gown.
"His name is Mitch and his favorite word is apparently "nonsense". I don't think he knows the meaning of the word."
Tulani giggled. "Oh dear, I know that boy. Lulu has dealt with him plenty in the past."
"Wait, isn't she the one that doused him in wine?"
"The same."
"He says the whole incident was nonsense, that she just misunderstood his intentions."
"Is that so?" Tulani pinned fabric in place. "I think that's..." She paused for effect. "Nonsense."
Carla giggled. "Indeed." Then she sighed. "Oh, I wish daddy would stop this match making nonsense. He's no good at it."
"Perhaps Elunara will help you instead. If that's what you wish, I mean. Elunara has arranged hundreds of couples, many of whom are still married to this day."
"What if I don't want a man?"
Tulani smiled up. "Then ask her for some eligible women. I'm certain she knows a few."
"That would be nice, I guess. My father would have a heart attack I think."
"It's not his life, now is it?"
"I guess. Though, I already..." Carla turned red and giggled.
"Already what, darling?" Tulani made some notations on her board.
"I have a crush on someone."
"Oh?"
"But she'd never have me."
"You don't know that."
"She's married."
"Ouch. Alright I see your issue." Tulani pinned more fabric and made some extra notations. "That would make my heart hurt too."
"I wish I could tell her. I mean... I tell her just about everything anyway, but to confess such a thing..."
"You poor dear." Tulani stood up and wrapped her arms around Carla. "Don't worry, you'll think of something."
Carla shivered. "It would be nice."
"Are you cold, dear? I have a nice shawl for you to wear."
"It is sort of chilly in here."
"Hold on." Tulani walked over to the other side of the studio and pulled out a shawl and draped it across Carla's shoulders. "There you are. This dress will be gorgeous for the spring ball, but means nothing in this frosty weather we're still having."
"You're always so sweet." Carla smiled. "What are those?"
Tulani tugged a curtain back and smiled. "These are my special designs; meant for the woman who wants the most out of her sex life."
"Oh, wow." Carla stepped off of the stool and walked forward. "They're all so... tiny and beautiful."
"Want to try something on?" Tulani winked. "They feel amazing. I'm wearing a set right now."
"Y-you are?" Carla blushed deeply.
"Oh, yes. In fact, you should try something on. A sexy set of these will give you confidence in anything you'd hope to do."
"A-alright."
Tulani helped Carla out of her dress and sat it to the side. Using previous measurements, Tulani snagged a few pieces off of her racks and handed them to Carla. "Unlike your standard panties, these are lacy and made out of the thinnest and lightest of materials. They truly breathe."
Carla wiggled her way into the soft pink panties. "Oh, wow." She wiggled her butt. "I like these."
"Now, I use your exact measurements to craft a bra like no other, but here's a standard size to try on." She helped Carla into the bra ad snapped the back closed. "Like that?"
"Oh, I love it." She shivered. "They make me so sensitive."
"I have a variety of types and fabrics. Come; let's make you up a treasure trove. I'm sure your father would pay anything to see you have more confidence in yourself."
"I do feel like I could take on anything in these."
"Good girl. You should see the array of color choices in just the style you're wearing."
