A sketch compile of a planned commission piece. What is happening here is that Teela (female vixen; anthro.) is being outfitted for a fashionable dress. The theme is aboard a futuristic space station named SnarkFoot. The shop uses multiple holographic projections to create a virtual set of clothing upon the customer(s) before the purchase is made and the real thing is generated in the back room by automation. Even the mirror is just a mere hologram. The second character is a male Human named Rodendan. Whom is an overweight, aging male that captain's a scraping operation business. Character three is just some simple android mannequin for audible & visual interface references with limited arm motions and voice interactivity. Shop is small and straight to the point without even a real clothing shelf or chair in the place.

This scene is apart of the Plight of the Rose universe.

I'll throw in a clipping of the story that belongs to this scene, for reference needs.

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Fredrick may have given a long look at Rodendan as he took Teela's paw into his hand. But, the loyalty chip [REFERENCE] [Check to see if that is what I called it or what.] inside of his head was quick to remove any suspicions that dared to enter his mind as Rodendan told him to explore the station and then return to his ship before Rodendan's attention was upon the tram's call panel. He added with his back to Fredrick, "We may be gone for many days. Don't let the ship leave without us. Alright?"
Teela kicked in, "Hours. There's nothing we could do that would take days."
Rodendan avoided the statement with a question. "Give any thoughts as to what kind of dress you believe could suit you, my dear?"
She gave it enough thinking time for the next speedy tram to arrive in. "I've always kind of been a country gal. Keeping it simple and functional, really. Only while under service of the church did I ever come anywhere near fashionable."
"Then, you have never truly lived." countered Rodendan as he escorted her into the empty tram. "Why, I must know a dozen places that can greatly out step the wares to be found around here. But, for what they have..." The tram doors slid closed, separating Fredrick from the other two. They were thrust into undetectable motion inside of that second. "...may still be hard for you to immediately handle."
"Too hard to handle? For me?" questioned the fox with a hint of a chuckle a midst the words. "Come now. I'm not so fragile to faint at the sight of fabric. No matter how posh. Though, I find myself forced to admit that I do seem a bit...under dressed for this environment."
"We'll see. And, we shall most certainly see. As for coverings. The rules get...complicated...on matters like that in parts like these." advised Rodendan. "Different regions of space have different ways, depending on the culture. Some races demand coverings. And, of a particular nature, to boot. While others demand just the opposite. Earthers obey a kind of generalized Intergalactic rule set. Means us Humans are expected to keep coverings about. Casual or snazzy if we're off duty or independents, like I am. Uniforms for the working class. Different races get different rules under Intergalactic laws and you're an unknown to those rules. Lesser definitions apply. So, if anyone starts giving you grief about the lack of threads, you can place them into a world of grief by bringing forth your legal rights...and a court case or two over it. Stations where law is president will often give you legal backing. I just happen to think that you might enjoy accessorizing yourself...you know...while preparing for places that may be a bit more strict about dress codes and all that."
The tram doors hissed slightly as the automated voice called out 'Shopping district'.
Beyond the framework of the ajar doors was a sight to behold, indeed. Though the hallway may have been a bit bland with it's light metal gray shading and illumination that was just a step above doing the job, were all these windows that held samplings of wondrous merchandise, promising a small treasure trove of selections to be discovered, if one merely step inside to spy them with.
"Surely, you do not have the money to..." Teela started in with.
Rodendan escorted her into the hallway. "At this moment, money is nothing for your concern. Only your wishes."
"And, I just..."
"...explore. Try things out. Try things on. See what delights. Take your time. I'm sure your husband shall be preoccupied for hours." assured Rodendan.
Teela showed remarkable restraint under the light restrictions that were just given her, permitting a wandering gaze to take hold over a mad dash towards the nearest sparkly thing.
Rodendan wasn't buying it for one second. "I can see it in you. Go on and explore. No reason to be so restrained. I give you permission to roam these hollowed hallways."
Despite being inviting, the general area was remarkably lacking in pedestrian traffic. One such reason was that this station, despite being occupied with a vast array of races, was more aimed at handling the armed services kind of beings over the more feminine variety with interests that revolve about such an environment. They were clearly trying to accommodate a wider variety of interests. Which was a plus, no matter how small the attempt may have been.
With Rodendan lightly pulling her along by the paw, Teela was given little choice but to immerse herself between the first two sets of windows, both holding an array of small trinkets that looked both sparkly and functional. Although she dared to let her eyes dance about the foreign objects, she didn't give any immediate notifications as to a desire to possess any of it.
"I grant you, a space faring man is probably intended to go little further then this point." reassuringly spoke Rodendan. "Of course, time pieces and gift sets wouldn't hold much interest to you. What we're really after is a more refined look over a more refined tool."
The second and third set of windows must have belonged to the same shops, as they held various objects that seemed to fit the stylish survivor mindset over anything else. No. It was the windows that followed that held her attention longer then she had wished them to do so.
It most assuredly did not escape Rodendan's attention, either. "Have you ever seen an example of such loveliness, before?" he softly asked into her ear. So close, he could almost stick his tongue down into her ear canal, if he had actually so desired to. "Would you like to try it on?"
Though hesitant and wishing to give a polite response of passing, she found her deeper desires were inspired to take him up on the offer and she was passing through the shop's front door in no time at all.
It was a small shop, to say the least. Barely fifteen square feet across and probably double that in depth to a partial wall that obviously meant 'Employees only' past the mark. And, they were the only living things to be seen inside the shop. Two small windows and the only true door looked out upon the main hallway and everything else was closed in structure. Placed behind the windows was a short shelf where holographic dresses were projected upon. [NOTE] (Not to be seen in the commission.) In fact, the one that Teela had been gazing at had already been replaced with the synthetic representation of another style. The place was fairly barren with little more then four flat viewing panel along the two long running walls that offered rotating views upon other popular styles from various spots about the galaxy. There was also a couple shelves at the far wall, built to the bare minimum required stats, that held a sparse selection of discounted clothes, neatly folded. Everything else that even has surface to it was generally a neutral blend of off-white. Indeed, that seemed to be the only real inventory to be found throughout this whole, mostly waste-of-a-space store.
At least, until a droid's body that was suspended from a track system in the ceiling had quickly to come to their side. "Welcome to Tough Clothing Outfitters. Where the latest fashionable selections at reasonable prices is always our priority. How may I be of service?" It's voice was quite obviously robotic with a fair amount of attention given to the tones and smooth flowing sentence structure. It was also chosen to have a male's vocal qualities.
Rodendan was the one to respond to the question. "The lady was interested in the garment located in your leftmost window display. How may she try it on?"
Teela barely even caught on as several holographic projectors was aimed her way from the ceiling and generated a shapely grid around her body proportions. Seconds later, the surrounding lines morphed into a beautiful display that represented the colorful dress. [REFERENCE] [Insert a description of the dress at a later date, here. Preferably, one that fits the commissioned drawn version that may give a great detail of visual clues.] At least, until she gazed down to see something else then just her naturally occurring red fur over her chest region. Then, she instinctively moved to see if it was real and the illusion digitally re-plastered itself over her new dimensions with every mild motion.
"It's quite alright." commented Rodendan to Teela. "All smoke and mirrors, at this stage." Then, he turned to look at the nearby sales bot. "Can we have a mirror for the lady to inspect herself in?"
Holographic trickery turned an empty space of air into a stylish looking glass that was full body length. It used cleverly disguised surveillance cameras to produce a mock reflective surface that Teela couldn't help but look into. And, as soon as she could wrap her mind around the solid looking object's appearance, she found herself making a subconscious judgment over the faux garment, as it appeared to hang over her body. "It's absolutely lovely. I don't even think I've seen anything lovelier in my life."
"Reflect a rotating view in the mirror for the lady, if you please." asked Rodendan to the robot.
The mirror made a smoothly rotating view inside the faux frame without actually having to pull itself away from her viewpoint. And, she found it rather remarkable to see her own hind section as the camera virtually swung itself about her. She intentionally swung her tail about and watched as the dress danced to her movements. She couldn't actually feel the material at all, for it was only holographic imagery that made it visibly present without any true substance.
Rodendan need not ask. He only commanded, "Remove the dressing from her tail region." and the holographs performed as such, taking away the trickery right up to her rump cheeks so that the red fur was fully visible through a virtual peek hole. Decidedly, the virtual dress flowed more about her lower curves over having this unusually large gap about her lower legs, now.
She continued to play with her body motions, gazing with fascination as the camera continued to do this slow three-hundred-and-sixty degree virtual movement about her body. "What fascinating things, your world must know of."
Rodendan merely glanced at her. "This? Mere trickery for the eyes, me lady. The really fascinating things lay elsewhere. Alas, how do you like the dress? Is it to your liking?"
"Very much so..." she began to admit to.
Rodendan turned his attention back to the sales bot. "Place this design amongst the shopping menu and generate some option designs."
The holographic matrix began to rotate some alternate patterns and colors into the faux material and other invisible sensory devices were on top of gauging unconscious clues from the female fox as she watched the changes occur in the mirror.
As the seconds passed by, the rotations of the designs and colors increased in their pace, letting the sensors fine tune into her subconscious decisions. And, only after a mere twenty seconds did the pace reverse in it's aggressive cycling. Until a mere three versions kept switching in three second intervals.
[REFERENCE] [Insert descriptions of the three dress designs here, once the images have been prepared.]
Teela just stared at the rotating sequences in the faux mirror, remaining endlessly fascinated by it all.
"Teela?" softly spoke Rodendan. "We seem to have found your choices. And, might I say, your sense in fashion is spectacular. Is there...one..."
The automation was convinced that she couldn't even subconsciously react any stronger to any remaining choice. And, Rodendan recognized that without having to finish his question. Instead, he turned his attention towards the robot with no legs. "Save these styles to my account data. And, how quickly can you have the three selections ready?"
"Such fine selections do take their time to prepare, sir." gave the automated reply in the smooth, male tones. "All supplies are in-stock and our development department is properly set. Expect a total of eight minutes. Now, each dress shall cost twenty-four, eighty-nine. Are you planning on paying with..."
Rodendan withdrew his identification card. "Credit my account."
The machine dropped it's chatter in mid-sentence to scan the card, cleanly gathering the proper information. It sat there for several seconds before declaring "Account credited. And, thank you for shopping with Tough Clothing Outfitters. If I can help you or the misses any further, Mr. Smoubem, never hesitate to ask."
"I think we've reached our decision for the day." replied Rodendan. "Please have the dresses properly packaged and delivered in care to the [REFERENCE] [Add Rodendan's ship name here.] ."
"It shall be done, sir. Be sure to tell all your friends about the prompt service you received here at Tough Clothing Outfitters. And, if you'd like more express service..."
Rodendan, chuckling, replied "Alright! Enough of the sales pitch, already! Delivery to the ship will be fine!"
"Very good, sir." added the robot as it began to migrate back into it's little cubbyhole, awaiting much like a spider for the next detection of movement inside it's environment. All the while, the sounds of a hundred sewing machines instantly began to have a distinct, soft pitch that made their way out from behind shop's only concealing wall in the back.
Teela continued to stare into the region where the mirror stopped residing at for a few seconds before asking, "Is it...over?"
"For us." simply replied Rodendan. "Unless you'd like to accessorize?"
Teela gasped...if just slightly. "Accessories? For looks? But, shouldn't I..."
"Some races deem it as visual flash and others have complete value systems about accessories." informed Rodendan as he cut her sentence off with a smile. "I think...where you are concerned, it shall be purely aimed towards the decorative side. And, no. You don't need to wear the dress out of this shop. You're fine, just as you are."
"Then, I accept your offer." was Teela's simple reply.

Rodendan took Teela by the paw and led her back into the hallway to gaze over a few of the other windows that were offered. Although [REFERENCE] [Paste the name of the star base here.] didn't have a great deal of cubic feet offered to it's so-called shopping district, they were able to find a couple places that weren't solely dedicated to the business of space sailors. While one was primed towards quick production jewelry as gifting towards distant loved ones, the shop that caught Teela's eye turned out to be the authentic thing; an oddities & relics shop. The fact that it seemed to be the only remaining place that was even interesting her was making Rodendan cringe, though he hid it well.
And, he had good reason to.

A pleasant melody softly called out as the pair walked through the door.