I was in awe. The double doors wide open to my eyes that absorbed the scene like a sponge.
One wall was covered with spools of fabric from silk to wool to lace and everything in between. Tables for drawing and cutting were placed beside them with a manaquin beside each table, a sewing kit on top of the tabke and a row of sewing machine stations were right beside.
Shelves across from where I stood held containers that -from what I could tell- were labled. It most likely held sequins and crystals and any other material needed to make the design pop.
Large windows were opposite of the wall that held the spools of fabric and allowed ample amount of natural lighting to show case what was being made properly and just beside the windows was an area that would be used for a phot shoot.
It was incredible.
"Welcom to my happy place. Care to explore?" Dorian chuckles and I was off, my feet carrying me to the fabric my hands feeling the materials.
My eyes could already decipher what would become an amazing outfit and I couldn't wait to design.
"I figured you would like this as well." I hadn't realized how close Dorian had been behind me until his voice startled me into jumping away from the wall before I turned to face him with a glare.
My glare softened tho when I realized in his hands he held a teal tote bag, a sketch book peaking out and from what I could guess there was a pencil case as well.
"Why?" I ask, looking into his eyes.
"Because you're like me. If you can't design your world falls apart." His smile is honest and I couldn't help but blush as I took the tote from him and take a seat at the table, my tail swaying happily as I got comfortable on the stool.
I couldn't wait to get rid of the stupid tail and ears when I escaped but now I had a book I could draw sketches in as well as a way to plan my escape.
The sounds of scraping from across me catches my attention and I see Dorian taking a seat infront of me, a similar tote in the colour slate.
I watched as he took out a book similar to my new one but more worn out. It was comforting to know that there was some one who was as passionate about fashion as I was.
"Why don't we just stay here and draw for a bit." I suggest, my hands already taking out a soft 5B sketch pencil as I draw the outline of a female body.
"Sure. I need to come up with a new line anyways." My captor comments as his hands makes steady work of the sketch paper.
Ideas came to my mind as I tried to focus. I grew up drawing around formal gown wear fashions. My instructor at the Institute was always talking about getting out of my comfort zone and right now I was completely lightyears away from my comfort zone. An idea had my mind wondering about the so called 'clothes' I was wearing and I decided to voice it.
"Dorian, if I come up with a design of clothes that I can wear as your - um - pet, would you let me wear them?" Seconds past as I sat there waiting for his answer before he smiles and nodds.
"Sure. If you can create a line of clothes you can wear that fits the criteria then you can wear them." He answers and I was exstatic to know I could wear my own clothes.
The criteria he listed involved the clothes being made of mainly see through and faux fur fabrics, which I didn't mind. It had to be easily removed, a bummer really but I could work with it. And lastly it had to accentuate my assests - so boobs, ass and anything curvy.
I knew this would be out of my comfort zone but I was okay with that. It made me smile knowing that I would soon be comfortable at least.