The upstairs

In the past you'd have been mortified to bring someone up to show your bedroom without at least two hours lead time to hide the piles of laundry and clutter. Just one more thing you no longer had to worry about because of Cerve.

Cerve : "here we have the future of closets, no more warehousing hundreds of outfits that you might wear one time a year. Simply decide what you want to wear and have it printed immediately. "

Sammy looked skeptical. She had done a little bit of cosplay for her stream and was familiar with how difficult it would be to automate the more complicated seams. Cerve picked up on her doubtful look.

Cerve : "I see we have a doubter in our midst. Why don't you come up with something really hard and let me blow your mind little lady"

She seemed to think back about all the projects she's tried.

Sammy : "I bet you can't make me a convincing zero suit Samus cosplay"

You hear electric motors whirl away in the closet, Sammy smirks, sure that at best the ai would produce a blue morph suit. In under a minute a bit of blue fabric falls out of the chute followed by a tumble of accessories and a wig.

You turn to give the girl some privacy while she puts on the costume. Finally in a voice that displayed more excitement than defeat

Samantha : "Turn around!"

Samantha : "It's perfect! I need one of these right now."

The girl spends thirty minutes putting the clothes printer through its paces and building herself up a pile of outfits to take home. You'd feel guilty peeling her away when she seems to be having so much fun.