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// Bashir turned around to see the figure emerge from the dark corner, ''ah, Garak'' ''I think you had an appointment for a new... Suit?'' The Cardassian looked him up and down, as if he's visualizing Bashir in a new suit; ''Alright, you got me... You got time now perhaps?'' ''My dear, for you? Always.'' They made their way to the tailor's shop, passing many colleagues; a woman stopped Garak and Bashir made his way into the back of the shop, looking at the new fabrics. ''I'll be with you in a second, Doctor'' Five or less minutes passed and Garak returned, measuring tape around his neck, eyes trained on his notepad; which he dropped the second he looked up at his dear friend. ''...Doctor-''he gasped before smiling ''you're... undressed.'' //
Be as naked as you can for a suit fitting, trust me; im a doctor.
