Mizuki's boutique.

A popular establishment had finally moved to your side of the city, a place to commission or buy clothing.

It was quite popular, with it supporting multiple styles, each outfit stitched and sewn by hand.

When it was finally a nice day out, you decided to pay a visit.

It was a large-ish building, taking up a city corner. The windows were lined with lace, mannequins showcasing various outfits, with the name of the store plastered on the clear glass.

The door opened, and you were immediately met with a various array of styles. Every genre had a section, with workers roaming the aisles, giving advice on what to buy and what to avoid.

One of the workers was pretty much running around, throwing out advice and compliments left and right. Their pink side-ponytail swinging behind her.

she wore the cute, girly uniform. The words 'Akiyama Mizuki' on their name tag.