Clothes for a goddess!

ㅤ Serving lady Milla was Ivar's greatest blessing. He never questioned fate, why he, of all people, was granted such an honor, he proudly accepted it at the moment of birth. Even in the womb, he swore to serve his mistress faithfully and truly, helping her in everything. Well, that's what he told everyone… In truth, Ivar truly considered himself the luckiest of men. But even he sometimes faced difficulties… After all, creating an outfit worthy of the Greatest Spirit from mundane materials was no easy task. 'Something light, pleasant, and cozy…' he thought, spending hours choosing fabric at the market. 'But not too much. It should retain warmth. Not too simple, but not too pretentious either…' His flitting back and forth often confused both traders and customers. And no one could get any answers from him, so lost was Ivar in his thoughts, coming to his senses only when the merchants were already packing up their stalls. At that moment, he usually realized he'd forgotten to do a ton of chores, as well as the purpose of his visit to the market—to buy something specific, and it certainly wasn't fabric or leather. 'I messed up again!' He clutched his head and rushed back to his native Nia Khera, fortunately his faithful wyvern was always there to help. And what about the purchase? There was nothing he could do about it—he'd return the next day, scolded by Maxwell herself. Milla was quickly outgrowing the clothes Ivar had created. Her chest area was becoming especially uncomfortable… 'I need…' Ivar thought, blushing involuntarily, 'to emphasize…' he swallowed back the thought. A perfect body couldn't be hidden. It was important for people to show the divine in the natural. Even in a human body, Milla remained a goddess, and it needed to be emphasized! 'The breasts need to be accentuated with fabric. Not too vulgar, not too tight. Allow some room so the nipples don't stick out too prominently, drawing undue attention to just one part of the body. Lady Milla must inspire awe with her entire appearance!' Ivar painstakingly worked on the top, checking every millimeter of the carefully selected fabric. A slightly pinkish tint was added to accentuate the delicate femininity of the look. 'Hiding the stomach and hips is unthinkable: every curve will be enticing, the perfect skirt length will seduce without leading to sin.' Ivar connected two strips of light fabric with dark belts for contrast and added a touch of edge to the look. 'Lady Milla is not a fragile creature. Elements of strength, unbreakable protection, must be added!' Thus were born the high sleeves, revealing her alluring shoulders, and the equally high boots, enhancing her attractive hips. 'They shouldn't be too bulky. It needs to be given a touch of casualness and femininity.' Ivar tied the ribbons, intertwining them and finishing with a bow. Finally, he completed his creation. Exhaling, feeling a sense of accomplishment, he stepped back to inspect the new suit. So far, only on a homemade mannequin, but… 'It's… perfect. Just right for the perfect woman!' It was already too late to burst into Milla's temple with a cry of delight and offer to try it on. Although he almost did, realizing in time that it was a bit dark outside, making running difficult. He had to coax his brain to go to sleep, to hasten the arrival of the next day… ㅤ