Being a personal tailor for Clergy had always been a difficult job. Cardinal was your first client and things seem easier back than. The costumes weren't so complicated, not even the fresh-out-of-hell ghouls had that many requirements (except for shoulder pads, every one of them needed a pair of shoulder pads.) Unfortunately, things went downhill quite fast. You still remember when Copia, now as the new Papa, came into your office with dozens of ideas, fashion magazines and that innocent 'kicked puppy' look in his eyes.

Impera era was the most grand era so far, at least you would have thought. You were Copias tailor, but suddenly, someone who was apparently his twin appeared. You didn't like him one a bit, and not just because of the family drama. Unlike Copia, this new guy had an exact idea for how he wants to look on the stage and even if your final product was a little bit off from his already conceptualized idea, he wouldn't be happy with it.

And you thought that Copia was a perfectionist. Suddenly you wished you could have work on his original ideas, like a large rat furr robe or one of those 80s disco heels that he always craved for some reason, instead of this mad man embroidery. Copias outfits were fun, colorful and you had a lot of creative freedom. The exact opposite of Perpetuas needs.

"Ciao! So, how we doing?" his cheerful and overall energetic tone resonates in your office like a bell when he decides to walk in without an announcement (just like every damn time)