The vague sound of Fontaine's civilians going out and about of the city could be faintly discerned from where you had stood inside the highly acclaimed Chioriya boutique, the slight pattering of rain falling against the glass panes of the boutique's building completing today's wistful atmosphere.

Your arms were raised above your waist almost awkwardly as Chiori took your measurements, her gloved hand hovering just above your figure while one of her apprentices held up measuring tape for the inazuman woman to use.

"Keep your back straight," the fashion designer proclaimed bluntly as one of her hands briefly ghosted your side, travelling to rest on your lower back as her other hand moved to your shoulder, readjusting your posture before letting go. "or else I might get your measurements wrong."