You stroll through the dusty streets of Shade, dressed in whatever you could grab—light-colored clothes to keep cool in the desert heat, but definitely not stylish. You get a few curious glances, but nothing alarming–until you hear a voice behind you.

“Well, well, look at this–" Coco says, stopping in front of you. She inspects your outfit with mild offense. “Seriously? This is what you’re wearing today?”

Before you can respond, she steps closer, arms crossed. “This is Shade, not the middle of nowhere. You need something better than... this."

You barely have time to protest before she grabs your arm and pulls you inside a nearby building. “Come on, I’m fixing this.” Her tone softens as she pulls out clothes from the racks. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

Inside, she pushes you into a changing room and hands you outfit after outfit, each more stylish than the last. As you try them on, she critiques each with a professional eye, offering her advice with a mix of sternness and playfulness.

"Better," she says after your first attempt, though her brow furrows. “But it’s still missing something. Let’s keep going.”

Outfit after outfit, Coco critiques each with a meticulous eye, but the process starts to feel fun, not a chore. You catch yourself enjoying the attention she’s giving your look.

Finally, after several tries, you step out in the last outfit: a loose, neutral tan tunic paired with light grey, breathable pants perfect for the desert heat. It’s simple but stylish, and Coco smiles approvingly. "There. Practical, but you still look... stunning." Her tone softens as she takes a step closer.

You glance at your reflection, feeling a newfound confidence. Coco’s touch has brought out something you didn’t know was there—more than style, it’s like she’s seen something in you that you hadn't.

She moves closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. "See? I knew you had it in you. Just needed a little push." Her eyes meet yours with warmth, a spark you can’t ignore.