[Locked to Ms. Edna Mode]

[twdenmother]

If it's not presumptuous of me to ask, are you the proprietress of a certain shop that's opened recently? I recall a public post you made which seemed to imply you worked in the fashion industry, and the appearance of a shop bearing your name and an astonishing variety of sizes and styles of clothing seems to stretch the bounds of coincidence a bit

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[emodebauhaus]

Yes, I am indeed the owner of MODE Couture and I'm a thirty-five year veteran of the fashion industry.

Is there something with which I can assist?

[twdenmother]

Yes, actually. I've undergone some Rift-related changes, and... I seem to be a faun now. (I've no idea if your world has those particular myths, so, in short, the problem involves the lower body of a goat, complete with tail.)

This makes trousers more or less impossible to manage, and rather awkward even when too-large and belted on. I have tried. It was... unfortunate

[emodebauhaus]

I am acquainted with fauns, though this is the first I've had one ask for a fitting. (The tribe I encountered favored loincloths, though I recognize the impracticality of something so primitive in an urban setting.)

Yes, an inverse-bending knee would render standard bipedal trousers difficult indeed. I'd be happy to fabricate a variety of kilts or short pants (knickerbockers might be possible, though probably unnecessary if you're part angora) or whatever else you find necessary.

Regardless, please stop by any time. I'll be more than happy to accommodate you.

[twdenmother]

Well, it's good to know you have some experience with fauns. I didn't until shortly before I became one. Aliens, yes. Fauns, no.

All I can really say is thank you. Most sincerely, thank you.

I'll be stopping by soon, if work permits.