Suit up!

Luna leans in close. The wafting scent of lilac pleases your nose. Her eyes stare deeply into yours, and as her hands slide over your shoulders, you can feel the tickle of her unbelievably soft hair touch your cheek. Her delicate touch flattens any wrinkles in your newly gifted attire. At long last, after feeling the tease of her warm breath against your chin for longer than expected, the beautiful moth moves away and lingers a stare over her creation. There she stands, garbed in a stunning navy dress, though you then turn your head to a mirror at your side, and see you're garbed just as fancy.

The only other person in the front room of Luna's shop is Lynx, and her eyes are glued. She can't help but flick her one eye up and down your physique. It fits you well, which isn't a surprise. This seems to have been made with you in mind. It's a form-fitting suit of high nobility--richly black with golden trim, and the undershirt is blue. The tie wide and silken soft, though the whole attire feels smooth and comfortable, both to touch but also against your skin inside. You pose with one hand in your pants pocket, trying your best to appear regal.

But then, Luna applies the final touch. With glue, a long, curly brown moustache is placed upon your upper lip. It looks comedically unrealistic, though you also don't doubt someone in this world would look this way. She then places a pair of tiny, fake, round spectacles on the bridge of your nose.

"Is this really what Godwin looks like?" you look towards Lynx to ask.

She hesitates for a moment, distracted. When she realizes, she blushes and swiftly responds. "Y-Yes! More or less. It'll be enough. Hopefully."

"So I look good?"

"I could do without the funny moustache, but... yeah," she says quietly. "You look great."

Luna chuckles. "Now please excuse me. The girls are taking longer than I expected back there, so I believe they may require my help. Perhaps it's Jelly. Clothing is still a little bit new to her after all, and this is far from ordinary attire." Then with a hand to her chest, she bows politely before excusing herself into the back room.

Now alone with Lynx, you look back to her. "So is there anything else I should know? Weird quirks, things he'd never say, anything?"

"Hey. I wasn't able to get a full biography on the man. I've just heard about him. Mostly, my intel was that he was coming. Just have confidence. That's the majority of how anything works. If you sound enough like you're meant to be there, nobody will question it."

"You're not wrong. Well, it's a shame then you aren't coming. Maybe next time."

She chuckles. "And why do you want me to come all of the sudden?"

"To see what you'd look like as a dancer."

Her laughing is cut off into a ****. "M-Maybe next time!" She turns away slightly as she pulls in her cloak to conceal her embarrassment at the thought. "Maybe next time," she repeats, albeit much quieter this time.

Then at last, the door opens.

The first to step through the door is the most stunning elven dancer you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon. You're not used to seeing her garbed in such a revealing manner. Normally her outfits are gorgeous, though not quite as skimpy as the rest. That being said, she's still just as beautiful as ever--slender, fit, elven physique nearly bare with smooth pale skin, with a newly painted, tiny minimalistic symbol of a leaf around her belly button. It's like a seafoam green bikini, though the top's trim sparkles with glitter, and her upper left leg is covered by what appears like half a skirt--the colour and pattern also looking like a leaf. She has glistening bracelets around her wrists, and anklets around her ankles. Instead of shoes, her toes are decorated by beautiful rings with all her nails painted gold. Lastly, a single, large, green flower has been thread through her hair just above her rightmost pointed ear.

Even her movements are as graceful as a seasoned dancer. That seems to come naturally to an elf. With one long, slender leg in front of the other, she maneuvers across the room to pose with a hand to her hip right in front of you. Her radiance is almost blinding with how she smiles. Her cheeks glow pink with a faint layer of makeup, and her lashes have been painted dark to decorate her already beautiful emerald eyes. "How do I look?" she asks, and while she does so with such an innocent tone, you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat.

"I have no words for how gorgeous you are, Amara," you respond.

Now she blushes for real. She brings her hand up--a wide, golden ring touching her lips. "... Thank you, Kyle," she whispers. "You look positively handsome as well."

Next comes Eva. It's easy to forget that Eva was once a noble, and despite her common gremlin-like demeanour, she can clean up quite easily into a jaw-dropping princess. Her belly dancer's top is different than Amara's. Instead of being like a simple bikini top, it's the type which comes down from a collar to wrap around her breasts to her back, showcasing a dangerous amount of underboob. The fabric is such a deep shade of blue that it's nearly back, which contrasts boldly against her skin. Past her belly button is what amounts to a pelvic curtain on the front, though more of a long skirt on the back. It shows enough of her thighs to where you can barely see the bikini-like bottoms behind the cloth. Her hair is tied back by a golden band, which matches quite the large ring piercing one of her tall, rabbit ears, and her wrists and ankles are decorated by silver bands which softly ring against one another as she moves. Her nails are coloured glittery blue, and on her feet are bedazzled sandals.

You barely noticed her cosmetics until she nears, but a thin black line brings a boldness to her eyes, and her lips glisten in the soft glow of magic lamps. As she walks to meet up with Amara, she does so with a more timid composure. Her body is hardly covered, and while her normal clothing isn't much better, she knows full well that she's being put on display. All eyes are on her.

"It is all right," says Amara as she offers a hand. "You look absolutely stunning."

Eva takes the comforting hand and squeezes. Then she looks up your outfit, takes a deep breath, and stares you straight in the eyes with prominent colour growing across her face. "H-How is this, Kyle? Do I look sexy?"

Amara giggles as she releases the bunny from her grip, and then turns her attention to you, as if it were her asking the question as well.

"These pants are getting tighter, if that's the answer you want," you reply.

Eva puts her hands to her lips. "What kind of gentlemanly answer is that?!"

"You were the one who asked in such a manner," Amara says with a hand to her cheek.

"... I know," Eva mutters as she glances down between her feet. Then after mustering up enough confidence, she looks back to you again. "Well you're gonna have to try to control yourself around me, Kyle. You wouldn't want to meet Lord Vraelion with a tent pitched in your suit."

Lynx laughs hard from the side. "I didn't expect you to say that!"

"I don't know about this," you hear Niki say through the doorway.

Everyone turns and watches with interest.

"Oh relax," replies Luna. "You look wonderful. If you were to take the stage and dance, surely you would become the talk of Tolis."

"We aren't actually dancing, you know!"