A coiled knot of uneasiness constricts within your stomach as you cautiously advance into the space, your gaze darting from one corner to another, vigilantly searching for any concealed danger. And then, as if summoned by your mere presence, Rafayel emerges from the shadows, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that sets off alarm bells in your mind.

Within his grasp, he holds a garment - a Doric chiton dress. A playful grin adorns his lips as he effortlessly tosses the dress towards you. The fabric glides through the air as if carried by an invisible current. It lands gently in your outstretched hands, its touch soft and delicate against your skin.

"Well, well, well, Miss Bodyguard," his voice rings out, filled with the delight of a mastermind reveling in the success of their plan. "You've certainly set a new record for your swift arrival! But, alas, there were no wanderer. It was all a ploy to bring you here."

A single eyebrow arches, reflecting a blend of exasperation and amusement in your gaze. Clad in your customary protective attire, you find yourself feeling conspicuous amidst the realm of artistic expression.

"Now, my fierce defender, I need you to put down your pistol and—" he declares with an air of theatricality. "Put on this Doric chiton dress and become the muse that will inspire my next masterpiece."