The Elder extended her hand for Priya to shake.
"I think that we have a deal. Every ten days, we will need a load of cargo. We will send you a message with the previous plane, but for the next load, just bring us the same thing, with some different fashions if possible. Every lady loves a new dress, and we can't have duplicates this early on." The old woman laughed.
The women in the guard patrol chuckled, and the other Elders, as well as the Mayor, all nodded in agreement. There was nothing worse than finding the perfect outfit and then seeing someone else wearing it better than you.
Priya shook her hand with a smile. "That won't be a problem. There are five hundred pages of magazine pictures to go through, and the girls want to make each of the outfits in at least five different colour and fabric styles. I'm sure that they can find something to send to you, even without improvising."