After reading the report, Gabriel sat at his desk, picked up his pen, and began to brainstorm. "Emilie, I am trying to think up new designs for my next line. Have you any ideas?"

Emilie was about to say something, but a loud, audible hissing interrupted her, and a notable puddle formed on the floor.

"Oh, dear," Gabriel remarked, still in his usual calm tone, "Is there something wrong?"

Emilie began to cry. "I...I had an accident."

Gabriel quickly made his way over to her. "Oh, my. That'll never do. We better get you cleaned up."

Emilie let him lead her along.

"I knew that you and your friend Cruella occasionally modeled diapers, but I was unaware that you might actually need them," he remarked, as he began to help her out of her wet clothes.

Emilie nodded and looked on as Gabriel admired her form.

Both of them were quite young. Gabriel was in his early twenties; Emilie in her late teens. The latter was on the cusp of reaching her full womanhood. He tried his hardest not to stare.

Soon Gabriel had supplies in hand.