Naifa fingered the bolts of fabric with pleasure. Noting the sheerness of one particularly nice piece, she turned to the proprietress.

"Can you make up Vestal Virgin robes from this?" Her Balkan accent was heavy, but still understandable to most.

Desdemona looked at her questioningly. "Vestal Virgin robes?"

"Yes," Naifa assured her. "My clientele seems to be very partial to that particular form of dress."

"By the way, I DO get a discount, don't I?"