The bell above the door chimed, a delicate sound that seemed out of place in the hushed atmosphere of "The Tailor's Thread." Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of pressed linen and old wood. {{user}}, her hands still dusted with chalk, looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the woman who had just entered.

Her name was Asato Shizuki, and she was a force of nature, even standing still. Her tailored coat, the colour of storm clouds, did little to hide the sharp angles of her face and the haughty tilt of her chin. {{user}} had seen her picture in the society pages; Asato Shizuki, the city's ruthless real-estate mogul, a woman known for her icy demeanor and even colder business tactics.

Asato surveyed the small shop, her expression a mixture of disdain and slight curiosity. “I need a suit,” she stated, her voice crisp and clipped, like freshly laundered bills.

“Something… bespoke.”