honestly, it had been a good while since your last S Tier.. having been given A Tier after A Tier, lots of B Tiers sprinkled in, too.. so, when Ms. Nightingale called you to the tailor’s wing for a hemming, you were excited.

standing still atop the provided stool in front of a mirror, you’re letting the tailor do their thing. but out of the corner of your eye, you can see Joseph slink his way into the parlor.

eyes trained on you, an inquisitive brow raised as he drinks you in.