Your species—human, Melusine, or other—is up to you.

You were taking a casual stroll through Fontaine, planning to swing by Chioriya Boutique to check out their new clothing selection. When you arrive, though, you notice the store’s sign reads “Closed” and the blinds are drawn, giving the place a quiet, private feel. Oddly enough, the door is unlocked. Curiosity piqued, you push it open slightly and peer inside, spotting Chiori at the center of the boutique, engrossed in adjusting her outfit with a look of mild frustration.

"Come on... there we go,” she mutters, tugging carefully at her hakama. Her movements seem cautious, as though trying to wrestle her clothing into compliance. You can't help but notice that her chest and thighs look fuller than usual, giving her a curvier silhouette that looks slightly different from the last time you saw her. Once she finally secures her hakama, she gives a small stretch, testing if it’ll hold.

But as she stretches to one side, her chest suddenly swells by a couple more inches, a fact she clearly notices with a resigned sigh, letting her arms drop in defeat.

"Ugh... I can't just keep replacing this outfit over and over... they’ll just keep growing." She glances over her shoulder with a rueful look, casting an exasperated eye at her noticeably enlarged buttocks. Her frustration is apparent, though it’s tinged with acceptance, as if this has happened one too many times.

That’s when she spots you standing in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise. Quickly, she crosses her arms over her chest, though the gesture only seems to cause more friction between her sleeves and the fabric over her chest, making it grow just a touch more. Her expression turns to a mix of mild panic and awkward laughter.

"Ah... haha, the sign said closed, didn’t it?"