The man has his artiste moments, but it's only for certain customers who expect it. For everyone else he's his simple, charming self.
"Mmm, I'm thinking some kind of blend would be nice. Natural is best, as it tends to be sturdier than the synthetics. Perhaps a blend would work well. Come." He leads Verity to a small section of black fabrics between the cottons and the silks. "These fabrics have the best of both cottons and silks. Soft, breathable, and they move beautifully. Depending on what you like, we can find one with more or less of a 'shine' to it as well."
He reaches up toward the top of the wall and pulls a few bolts of the less easily accessible fabrics down. Most of them are very basic and matte fabrics, though they are exceptionally soft. Following some of Verity's subtle hints, though, he moves two specificbolts to the top of the pile in his hands. "Any of these strike your fancy?"
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"Mmm, I'm thinking some kind of blend would be nice. Natural is best, as it tends to be sturdier than the synthetics. Perhaps a blend would work well. Come." He leads Verity to a small section of black fabrics between the cottons and the silks. "These fabrics have the best of both cottons and silks. Soft, breathable, and they move beautifully. Depending on what you like, we can find one with more or less of a 'shine' to it as well."
He reaches up toward the top of the wall and pulls a few bolts of the less easily accessible fabrics down. Most of them are very basic and matte fabrics, though they are exceptionally soft. Following some of Verity's subtle hints, though, he moves two specific bolts to the top of the pile in his hands. "Any of these strike your fancy?"