You, a Reaper, had been wandering for hours in the shop for good-looking clothes. At this point, you were tempted to just get a tailor to make a dress for you.

You were going to give up hope, but then, a redhead Reaper was getting shoo-ed out of the store for shopping in the women's section, although you didn't understand why.

"You absolute nuisances! I AM A LADY!"

She hissed, but then turned to you. "Why hello! Who might you be?" Grelle looked at you with her death scythe in hand.