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[b][u]Aliquam: The Tailor’s[/u][/b]

Syed had kindly explained their situation before the performance started, so Lute was able to understand certain stuff. The wonderful performances eased his mind and he found himself calm enough to wonder about why they were invited to a party, with Delilah reminding him of his deep-rooted hate of such events, but when they arrived at the tailor’s… That was where the virtuoso’s panic all came flooding back. 

There was so much … [i]richness[/i] in the place that it hurt his very soul. Sure, the suspicious Tobias dude would pay their bill, but even if Lute hated the man money was money! He couldn’t just waste somebody else’s moolah on a suit that he would only wear for one night! Well, maybe he [i]can[/i] but… Still…!

The seamstress finished with the others and it was Lute’s turn before he could even make up his mind to jilt the affair. She briskly motioned for him to move his arms then looped the measuring tape around his waist; Lily asked him what look he was aiming for and the white-haired boy gulped nervously before whispering out a timid, “Something simple. Not too frilly or expensive…” She turned him around again and stared right into his eyes, her irises gleaming behind her glasses as she pulled her measuring tape around his chest. “If you’re looking for ‘cheap’, this isn’t the right place for you. I only make the best, and that kind of quality has a very high price,” The seamstress informed him before directing him off to a certain part of the store. But Lute didn’t know anything about fashion! He could wear a sack and enjoy it!

That enough was apparent when he was about to enter the dressing room with his outfit of choice, only for Lily to seize his tuxedo and then hold it close to his body, and then gasp in repulsion. The seamstress then tugged him around and then rifled in the nearby racks, only to emerge with a [url=http://www.willsdesign.lk/en/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/WDW13-5.jpg]suit[/url] that was obviously a better fit for Lute. “T-thanks,” He squeaked as she left. Lucien briefly appeared beside him but then ran off again. That kid's going to trip and crash someday, he just knew it. "Be careful!" He called out after the summoner who was now wearing a ... panda hat? The virtuoso sighed and disappeared behind the partition to change into his new outfit.

The concept of dressing up in expensive silks and gemstones overwhelmed him and Lute felt a little nauseous as he walked out from the changing area. “Hey Marcus,” He approached the wind mage, “Do you think there’s a chance I can back out now? I kinda feel a little sick.” The virtuoso didn’t mention that he was nervous to be out of place in a party that was obviously going to be attended by aristocrats, but maybe that was apparent enough on his pale face.