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The dressmaker looked up from her clipboard. “So, you two ladies need a couple of wedding dresses?”

The knight gave a tight smile. “Yes, but it’s not for me.”

The orc gave a sigh as she wrapped an arm around the knight. “We are having a difficult time finding a dress in my size.”

The dressmaker's eyes narrowed and nodded. “Hmm...I see. Well, I will admit I don’t think we have any currently in your size.”

The orc sighed as she and the knight prepared to leave. “We understand-”

“So, I’ll just have to sew you one,” the dressmaker stated as she brought out her measuring tape. “Do you think you would like sleeves on it or not?”

The knight and orc blinked, and then grinned as they sat back down.

“Actually we really want to hide a dagger under our dresses,” the orc asked.

The dressmaker wrote on her clipboard. “How many and which limbs?”

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