Roger stated matter-of-factly: "As a tailor specializing in women's lingerie, it's perfectly reasonable for me to create these pieces, don't you think?"
"Sounds about right," Norna nodded.
Having endured the earlier embarrassment and now personally experiencing the formidable power of the Seductive Stockings, her tension had significantly eased.
The lingering shyness had dissipated.
Beyond mere surprise, what truly blossomed within her was a yearning for these enchanted undergarments.
If they enhanced her capabilities, what did it matter what clothes she wore?
Moreover, intimate apparel could better conceal her true strength while improving comfort - a dual advantage.
"Since you're already here, why not commission a full set?" Roger gestured expansively.
Norna agreed without hesitation. "Deal!"
Her mind already raced with calculations - 40% mana amplification from panties and bra combined, plus 20% from the stockings. A staggering 60% total enhancement!
The mere thought sent thrilling shivers through her.
Anticipation burned within her.
"Standard procedure - remove your clothes for measurements."
Roger produced a measuring tape, his eyes crinkling with professional detachment as he assessed her.
Norna flushed crimson. "Even... the panties and breast wrap? That's... indecent."
Roger maintained clinical composure. "Would you refuse medical treatment from a doctor out of modesty? Precision tailoring follows the same principle."
"Very well," Norna steeled herself.
The changing room offered privacy, and this was merely transactional between client and craftsman. Simple measurements, nothing more.
Repeating this mantra, she shed her inhibitions.
Clothes don't define modesty, she rationalized. Complete exposure causes no harm.
With resolute breaths, Norna stripped completely.
In this world before bras existed, women relied on restrictive cloth wraps that hampered natural development - though admittedly convenient to remove.
Now standing bare before Roger, she instinctively crossed arms over her chest.
Despite her sixteen years, Norna's figure bloomed with youthful vitality - full, rounded breasts crowned with pert pink peaks exuding irresistible maidenly allure.
Roger's breath hitched, molten desire banked behind professional decorum. "By the gods! You're... remarkably decisive."
"Stop staring and measure already!" Norna demanded, scarlet-faced yet determined.
"At once."
The tailor's hands moved with practiced efficiency. His left slipped between her thighs, tape brushing intimate flesh as he measured inseam, hips, and waist.
Inadvertent contact sparked electric jolts through Norna's core. Tremors wracked her body as dampness bloomed, primal responses threatening to override reason.
Sweet deities! If this continues... Roger swallowed hard, white-knuckling his restraint. I'll lose control entirely.
When it came time to measure Norna's bust, Roger faced an even greater trial.
Compared to the fleeting glimpses of her golden curls and delicate folds earlier, her bare breasts now confronted him in full, unshielded glory—a visual assault of raw temptation.
"Hold it together," he growled inwardly. "I'm no saint, but I won't be a predator either."
Yet the moment his hands grazed her breasts, desire roared through him like wildfire.
Decades of discipline across two lifetimes barely anchored him. He choked back the urge to pin her down and ravish her, hastily finishing the measurements before wrenching his gaze away.
Norna stood rigid, her mind blank as primal hunger drowned reason.
"Mmm…!" A breathy moan escaped her. Her legs buckled.
"Careful!" Roger caught her mid-fall.
Flushed and glassy-eyed, Norna instinctively looped her arms around his neck.
Roger froze. "Seriously? Your restraint's this flimsy?"
But Norna's consciousness had already surrendered to need. She yanked him closer, crushing her lips to his.
The kiss caught Roger off-guard, their mouths fused in electric contact.
When her tongue teased at his lips, he jerked back as if scalded. "Enough! This escalates any further, and we're both doomed."
Sobering abruptly, Norna recoiled in mortification, unable to meet his eyes.
Ever the professional, Roger broke the tension by briskly helping her into the panties and prototype bra before thrusting her dress forward.
As Norna fumbled into the garment and smoothed her disheveled hair, Roger studied her. "Your light-affinity mana," he observed drily. "It signals overwhelming yang energy. No wonder you combust at a spark—your magic's flooding your system with… urgency."
Norna lowered her head, murmuring faintly, "It's true – a common ailment among Light Mages. There's nothing I can do about it."
Roger nodded. "I understand. It was just an accident. I don't mind."
"What?" Norna stared at him incredulously.
How dare you not mind?
I'm a noble heiress you took liberties with! What gives you the right—
Yet as she reconsidered, clarity struck.
She had lost control first, initiating that kiss.
Thank the gods no witnesses saw her disgrace.
"Ahem... Right! Just an accident. Nothing happened," Norna declared with forced composure.
Roger responded with a knowing smirk, retreating wordlessly to his workbench to craft her lingerie.
Shop Entrance
The young guard glared daggers at Roger, bewildered by the prolonged privacy with Windmill Town's reigning beauty.
Lucky bastard, getting cozy with the princess of our town.
The envy was unbearable.
Had he known how close they'd come to crossing lines, the guard might've swallowed his tongue.
Workstation
Having recomposed her gentle demeanor, Norna observed Roger manipulating fabrics.
Her gaze kept drifting to him despite herself.
Studying him properly now, she noted his lean frame and roguish charm – a diamond in the rough, if one overlooked his disreputable trade.
"You're new to my specialty garments. I'll handle fabric selection and styling for this first set."
Roger's voice snapped her from contemplation.
Blinking rapidly, Norna stammered, "Oh... Yes. Whatever you think best."
"Won't take long," he assured, already cutting the fabric.
Having memorized every curve (and texture) of her measurements, he prioritized the intricate bra construction – a rosy confection of silver-thread lace and premium ice-silk fabric.
The panties received equal devotion – meticulous enhancements to replicate then surpass her current pair.
One Hour Later
"Why this style?" Norna examined the frilly pink bra with curiosity.
Its translucent panels shimmered with aristocratic opulence – the world's first modern brassiere.
"My exclusive design. You'll be the first woman in history to wear such craftsmanship," Roger boasted.
Norna frowned at the garment. "But... how does it fasten?"
"Come. I'll show you." Roger motioned toward the fitting room.
After a stunned pause, Norna gathered the lingerie and followed, cheeks blooming like peonies.
Inside the Fitting Room
The pair entered the fitting room in single file.
Shop Entrance
The young guard by the entrance tracked their movements hungrily. What possible reason could they have for sequestering themselves again?
Fitting Room
"Ugh! Undressing again? What a nuisance." Norna huffed an exasperated sigh. Lifting her skirt hem, she reluctantly removed her panties and breast wrap.
Roger's tone carried teasing mischief. "The hard part's already done. Just don't… complicate things this time."