"Alright dearie, if you could stand with your feet apart?"
Jotou—who stood with her arms completely out to her sides and head straight, with two other seamstresses wrapping measuring tape around her arms and collarbone—slowly shifted her feet to spread her legs without bumping into the seamstress behind her.
Jotou's view was of herself, staring into the mirror of her vanity with her body going tired and holding back a yawn. Her blonde locks tied completely upward in a bun and stuck together with pins.
The three seamstresses danced around, throwing around measuring tape and noting down the centimetres after an average of five measurements each.
Hotaru opened the door and entered, her head swivelling to the side, "Oh sorry, am I interrupting?"
"Not at all," one of them replied.
"We are almost done, don't mind us," another answered with a polite smile.
