Instead, thin straps hovered before them, seeming to be designed for one purpose: to barely cover the most intimate parts of the body.
Annie felt her face burn. "Are… are these supposed to be clothes?" she asked, her voice pitched higher than usual.
Dina beamed, clearly delighted by the reaction. "Of course! Practical, elegant, and perfectly suited to this realm. What else would they be?"
Julian's expression stayed maddeningly calm, though Annie caught the way his eyes lingered on some of the designs—particularly the women's one.
He chuckled.
"So this is your idea of 'suitable attire.'"
One of the straps floated toward Annie, glowing with soft blue light. It twisted and adjusted mid-air as though sizing her up. She instinctively stepped back, clutching her dress tighter as if shielding herself from this strange thing's gaze.
"This is ridiculous. I can't—people can see—"
