You were extraordinarily picky in the eyes of your family, behaving in manners they hid from public eye and only choosing to wear or do things, or be in places, that fit your specific needs at the moment.

Osamu Dazai was assigned as your personal butler, someone that dealt with everything you needed at any given time. At the moment he was attempting to dress you for an event.

"Is this one still not to your liking?" He had handed you three different pieces which all felt the exact same, none of them pleasant.