Mayah Playah
Mia's work lifted off the ground and continued it's progress, this time much better now that she wasn't as distracted.
"Depends on how busy I am. I do more work then it seems since I'm the only person good with a needle and the orphans bring their wounded in here for me to stitch up."
With one last tug, the threads were tied off and broken, and the dress was finished. It had an angled skirt that was longer on the left then on the right and would show a provocatively abundant portion of the wearers right leg. The top portion was sleeveless, low cut, and would reveal an equally provocative amount of the wearers chest without them seeming like a harlot. All in all, the dress itself only hid the minimal amount of skin needed.
"Depends on how busy I am. I do more work then it seems since I'm the only person good with a needle and the orphans bring their wounded in here for me to stitch up."
With one last tug, the threads were tied off and broken, and the dress was finished. It had an angled skirt that was longer on the left then on the right and would show a provocatively abundant portion of the wearers right leg. The top portion was sleeveless, low cut, and would reveal an equally provocative amount of the wearers chest without them seeming like a harlot. All in all, the dress itself only hid the minimal amount of skin needed.