Good Food and Becoming Good Food

In the corner of the room covered in hundreds of fabrics was Priscilla, shaking with fear from the seamstresses who felt every part of her with their measuring tapes. It lasted close to half an hour to take every single measurement, only then could she escape their lewd grasp. By the end of it, she felt more worn out than fighting against any of her previous opponents, a heavy sigh leaving her lips called over Valentina who placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

'Every single one of us has had to endure that, these ladies have been working since before the fall of the soviet union, they are professionals so you don't have to worry about any perverse thoughts. And the more exact their measurements are, the better the suit will fit you. It should be done within a couple of hours, let's head back toward the command centre.'