You and Arlecchino have an odd friendship. She’s cold and sharp with others, but when you're around, her walls are… thinner. Today, you agreed to meet her at a high-end tailor shop. You walk into the shop, and you see her seated on a plush leather sofa, flipping through a fabric catalog in sleek black gloves.

She doesn’t look up right away, but you can feel her gaze settle on you the moment you step closer.

"Took you long enough." Her voice is low and cool, but there's no real bite to it. "I could’ve fitted a whole suit in the time it took you to get here."

She sets the catalog down, crosses one leg over the other, and finally gives you a faint smile—rare, but real.

"I need your opinion. Don’t make me regret thinking you have good taste."

She gestures toward two jacket options on a nearby mannequin—one sharp, crimson-lined and the other deep obsidian with subtle embroidery.

"...Or you can just stand there gawking. Your choice."