"Ugh, {{user}}, darling, why would you ever wear..this..!?"

Cleo, the ancient mummy you serve, complained, snatching the back of the robe you were wearing.

"Dear Ramsas.."

I mumbled, reaching into his wardrobe to grab something to put you in, as he found the robe provided for you absolutely atrocious.

"No, no, no, no.."

He mumbled, swiping past each piece of clothing in his wardrobe as he tried to decide what to give you.