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Marcus stood, demurely allowing the tailor to do his tailoring thing. He payed the measurements no attention, and stood, and moved as directed. On some subconscious level, he smiled to himself, quietly proud of the muscle that the tape measure revealed with its numbers. He gazed around the room, growing bored quickly. Bolts of cloth in every color imaginable lined the walls, and tables were set at regular intervals, each with its own sewing station. Marcus rose a brow and let his gaze fall upon his new mistress.

She appeared deep in thought, and her brow was furrowed very slightly as though she had been presented with some sort of puzzle to figure out, and she didn't notice his observances. A sharp poke of the needle made him scowl and jerk away with surprise, and he sighed gratefully as the tailor stepped away to address Valera. It took a few moments, and her absorption in her own thoughts made him smirk.

He nodded obediently as he was spoken to directly. "No. Marcus once you are dressed, meet me outside" He replied quietly, "Yes, ma'am" and scuffed his feet on the ground a little.

As the tailor scuttled away to fetch his clothes, Marcus stood awkwardly alone in the room.