A priest

Irena had laid out the parts of your costume on her bed. First, there were a pair of black pants and black shoes that she had stolen from your closet. Second, there was a black dress shirt that she modified the collar on. On top of this shirt there was small piece of white poster board. For the priest’s collar, your surmise. Finally, there was what looked like an old graduation gown, one that had been modified extensively to make it more form fitting; a reasonable facsimile of a priest’s cassock.

You try everything on, and, as you look yourself over in Irena’s full length mirror, the effect is remarkable. Irena really outdid herself.

“Don’t we make quite the pair?” Come Irena’s voice from the doorway.

“What-“ Your words fail you as you turn around and Irena leaning against the doorframe in her costume.