Erica led Sorhafe into a nearby magical clothing store ‘Spells and Spencer’. It had clothing of every type, for every situation and every age and build. Erica ignored the clothes, and walked up to the main desk, where a young elven man in a stereotypical blue wizard robe scribing a scroll with golden ink.
“Excuse me, sir, but could you help me?”
The man looked up from his scroll, his eyes coming level with Sorhafe’s breasts. He started, accidentally knocking over his ink well and spilling golden ink all over the desk. Not just the area where the ink fell, but the whole desk turned gold. Looking at the apprentices hand you saw that it had also turned to solid gold.
“I’m so sorry for distracting you,” said Erica, the hint of a smile on her face “But my friend is desperately in need of enchanted clothes.”
“W-w-what?” The elven boy tried again “What kind of enchantments would you like?”
“We need the usual environmental, temperature control and self cleaning enchantments,” Erica began “And we need an enchantment that allows the clothing to change size with the wearer.”
“I, um,” the boy took a deep breath, and swallowed “I’ll need to take some measurements for the initial item.”
Sorhafe looked even more uncomfortable. “Would you have to touch me?”
The apprentice bites his lip. “I’m afraid so. But don’t worry. We have some potions to make the process more comfortable.”
“No. A potion is what got me into this situation,” Sorhafe says
“You misunderstand,” the apprentice says “I’m the one that will be taking the potion.”