Lucius entered the showroom wearing the racer uniform they had given to him.
The black fabric fit snugly across his chest and arms, and there was even a sleek helmet to go with it.
It was comfortable — he'd give them that but there was one tiny problem.
'It's tight in some places,' he thought, his lips twitching as he adjusted the fabric around his waist.
The lower part, especially, felt like the uniform was trying to announce something to the world.
He sighed and waved a hand. Space magic shimmered faintly, stretching the seams outward until the discomfort vanished.
'Perfect. Thank you, universe, for giving me this element… and wood,' he thought as he looked down approvingly.
The owner of the dealership was standing near the platform, looking a little tense. Lucius didn't know why she was tense, this was going to be a good shoot… as long as he participated, it would always be a good shoot.
The moment he arrived next to her, she began talking.
