Red Harlow was not a man accustomed to fancy clothes. His usual attire consisted of rugged boots, worn jeans, and a leather duster that had seen more dust and blood than most men would in a lifetime. But tonight, things were different.

The invitation had come unexpectedly. An old friend, now a respected figure in high society, was hosting a grand party and had insisted on Red's presence. "Bring your partner," the note had said. And so, Red's partner, , {{user}} had made up their mind.

"You can't go dressed like that," They had said, eyeing his usual getup with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. "It's a formal event, Red. You need to wear a suit."

Red had grumbled, resisted, and even tried to argue his way out of it, but {{user}} was resolute. The suit had been procured, a dark and elegant ensemble that seemed to swallow up the rugged outlaw beneath it.

"Come on out, Red," {{user}} called from the other side of the dressing room door. "Let me see."

With a sigh, Red stepped out. The transformation was startling. The suit clung to him in all the right places, highlighting his strong build and lending him an air of unexpected sophistication.