So… what’s in the wardrobe? Who are you?
The wardrobe itself is already an answer.
It’s huge. It has several mirrors, obviously designed so that one may check oneself out entirely. You can admire your own pert ass.
There are sections to this wardrobe.
Sport clothes. Trekking. Soirée. Clubbing. Business. Casual. Tutti frutti.
The latter holds unexpected things, like a saree and an obi. Large wool pullovers, obviously hand made. Balinese fabric blouses. This is probably where she, wait, where you store your holidays souvenirs. They’re all incredibly beautiful and likely extremely expensive… this is clearly all cut to your size.
The business section is equally surprising. Lots of blue and black. Some purple, chocolate, and greens. A few sets of bright reds and burgundies. You’re not an expert, but you guess that women must have similar rules to men’s ties. Those colors signal ambition and agressive action. You’re a true pinup and certainly an up-and-coming executive.
And you have zero memories of “your own life”.
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