ONE DAY AT A TIME

Iris stared open-mouthed at the Umbral Seer, the Hierophant had just dropped several bombs on her.

“So, you don't know what stats are?” she asked.

The man shook his head. “If what you are saying is true, then it is something that we have not yet learned,” he explained. The moon elf gestured toward the parchment. “We know of three attributes: Capability, Control, and Constitution, but we do not know how to measure this within each person… yet.”

She nodded. “That sucks… but understandable.”

He gestured in agreement. “What we do know is that these affect you based on your alignment, so with a physical alignment capability will improve someone’s body more, while someone with a magical or mental alignment will gain more improvements for their magic,” he added with a smile.

“Oh! And since I’m a hybrid, I’ll get a split in benefits. Okay, so that means my stuff is more balanced, while the others are more specialized. Yeah, that makes sense.”

He chuckled. “I am glad you understand. Attributes are the one part we know the least about.”

She sighed. “Alright. Well, thank you for the information you have given me. I would like to speak at a later date concerning the ceremony, it will help with my purpose.”

The Hierophant bowed his head. “We will be here, refining our craft.”

She stood and the man rolled up the parchment before passing it to her. “We take the privacy of the Excerpts seriously. While we will use what we have learned to help others, we will not give specific information about you or anything that could lead back to you.”

“Thank you. We’ll have to speak again. Soon,” she said.

The man smiled. “I look forward to it.”

Iris greeted Kaira as she left the chambers, the high elf leaning against a wall looking all cute in her green tunic and pixie cut. After a quick explanation, the woman was also curious about the ceremony. As the woman walked into the chambers to see her own Excerpt, Iris looked down at the scroll in her hand.

She couldn’t stop the smile that grew on her face. A newfound resolve had settled into her, one that was filled with the rightness of it all. Her purpose was true.

Iris looked forward to the ball now. It was just another step toward creating the Adventurer’s Guild.

Maybe I can ask Kaira to join me.

She felt her cheeks heat up as her thoughts turned to the woman wearing a dress.

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As they walked out of the Temple, Kaira couldn't contain her excitement about the ceremony and the clarity it had brought her. Iris listened with a smile, happy to have helped the woman find a new sense of purpose just as she did. Together, they strolled through the streets of Brightburn, heading to the next part of their adventure.

As they walked, Kaira glanced over at Iris. “So, what are you planning to do about the ball?” she asked. “Do you have anything to wear?”

Iris’s breath hitched in her throat. Can this woman read my damn thoughts?

“I… Uh, haven’t really thought about it,” she lied. “I’m not much of a dress person.”

Kaira grinned. “Well, maybe it’s time to become one. You could really make an impression at the ball. Besides, you have to dress up. Or they wouldn’t let you in.”

Ugh. Dress codes.

Iris hesitated. “I don’t even know where to begin. I’ve never been to a ball before.”

Kaira laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. I know a great seamstress in town who can whip up a stunning dress in no time.” She leaned closer to Iris. “She was also changed by the Flash, and can use magic with her craft.”

That got Iris’s attention. “She’s a magical seamstress? Say no more! Thanks, Kaira.”

“Of course. It’s important to look and feel your best, especially at events like this. If you are confident, it will show,” Kaira said.

Iris nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude toward the elf. “I appreciate it. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Kaira chuckled. “You’d probably be lost in this city. But don’t worry, after we’re done, I’m sure you will have a great time at the ball. And who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone special.”

Iris blushed. I think I already have.

“Lady Arden said that I have to bring an escort…” Iris mumbled.

The elf’s brows furrowed. “That’s unusual. But not insurmountable! First, let’s get you a dress.”

Iris couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s infectious positivity, even if the adventurer didn’t quite share the sentiment.

Kaira led Iris toward a small shop tucked away in an alley. A quaint structure that was well off the beaten path, and immediately Iris knew they were at the right place for what she needed.

Some great shit could be found in little hidden places just like this back home.

As they entered, the tinkling of a bell above the door announced their presence, and a high elf woman appeared from the back room. She was average height and thin, with sharp features and long braided blonde hair.

“Kaira, my dear!” the woman exclaimed, giving the other elf a quick hug before turning to Iris. “And who is this?”

“This is Iris. We need to get her a dress for House Arden’s ball,” Kaira said, grinning.

The woman eyed Iris up and down before nodding. “I can do that. But I don’t have anything ready-made. I’ll need to make it.”

Iris’s heart sank. “How long will it take?”

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“Two days at least,” the seamstress said, looking over Iris despite the armor she wore. “I can make you something stunning, but it won’t be quick. Otherwise, you’ll have to go somewhere else. This is very last minute.”

Iris bit her lip. The ball was in two days. “Is there any way to make it faster? The ball is–”

The woman sighed. “I know it’s cutting it close, but quality takes time. If you want something that good, you’ll have to be patient.”

Kaira put a reassuring hand on Iris’s shoulder. “Iris here can use magic. Maybe…”

The seamstress gave Kaira a look with narrowed eyes. “You told her,” she accused, throwing up her hands. “Of course you did. She’s cute enough–”

“Let’s not go there!” Kaira spat out, before sighing exaggeratedly. “Marlena… You can trust her.”

Marlena, the seamstress sighed. “Fine, come along dear. Let me see what I’m working with.”

Marlena led Iris into a private room and drew a curtain across the doorway, creating a cocoon of privacy. Turning to Iris, she spoke with a gentle but firm tone, “Alright, now I need you to undress. I need to take proper measurements to ensure a perfect fit.”

She pointed to a screen in the corner of the room and nodded for Iris to change behind it.

Iris stepped behind the screen and hesitated for a moment before turning back and peeking her head out and focusing on Kaira. “Hey, do you think you could help me out of this armor?” she asked, patting her chest as her cheeks turned slightly pink. “I don't think I can get it off on my own.”

Kaira smiled reassuringly. “Of course, I can help you with that. It’s always good to have a partner help you undress… from armor.”

She moved over to Iris and began to help her remove the various pieces of armor, carefully unfastening straps and buckles. As she worked, Kaira kept up a steady stream of chatter, making small talk to put Iris at ease.

“Armor can be quite a nuisance, but it’s a necessary evil in our line of work,” Kaira continued as she worked on removing the last piece. “You never know when you might need protection, right?” She finally unclasped the final buckle and helped Iris slip out of her armor.

The woman helped Iris slip off her chainmail and then set it neatly off of the side for her. Iris breathed a sigh of relief as the last piece came off, feeling much lighter without the weight of the armor on her. She quickly discarded her trousers and undershirt, leaving her standing in only her bra and panties

Out of the corner of her eye, Iris noticed Kaira giving her a once-over, and she couldn't help but smirk.

Yeah, girl. Take it in. I know I look good.

She enjoyed the attention.

Kaira caught Iris’ smirk and raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You look amazing, Iris. I’m sure Marlena will make you a dress that will make you look even better.”

Iris blushed heavily, and quickly turned and stepped out from behind the screen, immediately seeing Marlena’s eyes narrow.

“What’s wrong?” Iris asked, feeling an instinctive desire to cover herself in embarrassment.

“What is that undergarment you're wearing?” the seamstress asked.

Iris looked down at her bra and then back up at Marlena. “It’s a bra,” she said, feeling a little self-conscious. “It’s just an everyday one, nothing special. It’s just much better than what I could find here.”

Marlena’s eyes widened in understanding. “May I see it?”

“Uh, sure,” Iris said while glancing at Kaira in confusion.

Kaira shrugged, looking just as surprised as Iris. Marlena reached out to touch the fabric of the bra, feeling its texture between her fingers.

“This is interesting,” she murmured to herself. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. The design is quite simple, but the fabric is unlike anything we have here.”

Iris nodded. “It’s just a basic bra from my world. I didn’t think it was anything special.”

Marlena smiled. “On the contrary, my dear. This… bra is very special. I would like to recreate it for use here. May I take some measurements and study the design?”

Iris nodded in agreement, feeling a bit flattered by the attention her plain bra was receiving. She soon found herself standing there topless while the seamstress sat at her desk going over the bra with a measuring tape.

The woman turned her head slightly as Kaira asked where she could get something to cover Iris with. Apparently, standing there with nipples that could cut glass was a cue to grab a blanket.

Iris shrugged as Kaira handed said blanket to her, a smirk growing on her face. She lowered her voice. “You know, I didn’t mind you peeking,” she said with a wink.

Kaira’s eyes widened and Iris had to bite her lip to stop from giggling at how much the woman blushed.

The seamstress cleared her throat and stood up. She walked over to where a roll of fabric sat and unrolled a decent amount before carefully cutting it out and taking it to a tall table.

After she spread the fabric out over the table, she grabbed the bra and placed it down on top of it. Marlena concentrated as she began to cast a spell, her fingers moving in intricate patterns over the bra. Iris watched in fascination as the fabric on the table glowed blue as it began to shift and change, gradually becoming an exact match of the bra’s fabric.

The seamstress then began marking various measurements, jotting down notes, and making sketches in a small notebook. She asked Iris questions about the fit and comfort of the bra, and Iris found herself getting caught up in the excitement of having something she owned recreated in this world. The woman noted how the sizing was done, and hummed in agreement on how important that would be.

As Marlena worked, Kaira stood by, occasionally chiming in with her own observations and suggestions. As the two women discussed the project, Iris couldn't help but feel grateful for their attentiveness and care.

The two lowered their voices, and Iris Focused to try and catch what they said without distraction.

“Marlena, you’ll cut her in on this, Right?” Kaira asked the woman quietly, but not enough that Iris’s enhanced stats couldn’t hear.

“Of course, Kaira. Who do you take me for?” Marlena scoffed. “Five percent is more than fair.”

Kaira groaned. “Marlena.”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll have you know that twenty percent is exceptionally fair considering she didn’t even make this. She purchased it wherever she was from,” she said. “From whoever this Victoria seamstress is, it appears. I am curious what her secret is, though.”

Iris snorted, causing the two women to turn and stare at her.

She lifted a hand, ensuring to keep the blanket tight around herself with the other. “Sorry! Just had a thought.”

Kaira raised a brow as she smirked but she didn’t say anything before the two went back to their discussion while Marlena worked.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Marlena stepped back from the table with a satisfied smile. “I believe I have what I need. Thank you for your assistance, Iris. I will be able to create more of this fabric and make these bras for my customers. The dress I make will be free of charge and I will have a contract ready for you when you return.”

Iris tilted her head. “A contract?”

Marlena glanced at Kaira, who sighed and turned to Iris. “Marlena isn’t just stealing the design to use freely. She’s going to have a contract that gives you some of the profits she makes.”

The seamstress nodded. “I apologize if I did not make that clear,” she said. “Now, for this dress. What did you have in mind?”

Iris smiled, imagining the Renaissance-style dresses she’d love to wear. She focused on the woman. “Okay, picture this: a deep, dark blue that shimmers like the night sky,” she described dreamily. With a wave of her hand, a small ball of electricity sparked to life as she continued, “My magic dances across the midnight canvas like a tempestuous storm. A halo of stars dares to tease what lies below before the elegant embroidery of the sparkling neckline draws the immodest eye back to my face. From my shoulders, the sleeves billow like clouds of blue that venture no further than the ever-so-delicate lining of silver at my elbow. And a flowing skirt that sways like a breeze, swirling as I dance.”

She caught Kaira’s astonished stare and gave the elf a wink.

Marlena's countenance melted into an expression of tender appreciation as she regarded Iris. “That was a beautiful image,” she murmured softly, as if seeing Iris for the first time. “I believe I can bring that vision to life, my dear. You will stroll into the ball like a storm, leaving the nobles speechless in your wake,” she declared with fierce determination, her lips twisting into a resolute grin. “Return to me on the morning before the ball, and the gown will be completed. I'll make any last-minute alterations as you wear it.”

She paused as if in thought, then added, “Thank you, dear. I will ensure that we both make out well from this.”

Iris nodded but then hesitated. “Do you want to copy the fabric and pattern from my panties?” she asked, glancing down at her black hipsters. “I also know other styles.”

The woman raised a brow. “Yes, I do, actually,” she said, before pausing. “However, I would appreciate it if you cleaned them first. You may bring them back in two days.”

Iris blushed at the request but nodded in agreement. “Sure, I’ll do that,” she said before quickly getting dressed with Kaira’s help and leaving the shop.