More than anything

Greta casts her eyes heavenwards as she starts to shuck off her clothes. It doesn't even occur to her to be bashful about it with another woman, especially a friend, and she had the sense to wear a separate skirt and blouse, rather than one of her more involved dresses.

"No, I wouldn't have high expectations for something right off the rack," Greta absently agrees. That, at least, is very familiar territory; almost everything she owns she either made to measure or tailored to fit. She understands the convenience of buying off the rack, and there are items that don't have to fit perfectly, but she's not used to going about in things that are only sort of her size.

Once she's down to just her underthings, she takes a breath and motions for the trousers. "Might as well start with the weirdest bit."