Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-5543592-20191201155200

"It will feel loose through the arms and chest." Nyasia said, holding it out to her. "But our shoulders are the same breadth so it should fit."

Inside was a wonderland of clothes. The hues of the wall were all a dark brandy color, the floor a rich green. Various manikins on raised platforms existed through out the shop, clothed in a variety of outfirs.

"Welcome!" A high-pitched by masculine voice called, and from some where in the depths of the shop a thin, tall Imperial man appeared. His suit was something else, black with gold thread, coat in the most fashionable of Cyrodiilic styles. His shoes belonged on an altar to the shoe gods--Bosmeri leather, with dragonskin laces.