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Before you follow the ever reliable <span class="mu-i">MicroMap</span> to the Adventurer's Guild, you decide to seek out some cosmetics that will let you blend in with the local fashions. When in Rome and all that, you think the old saying goes. Besides, leaving one of your breasts exposed... even if it's the norm for this era and region, the thought of doing so sends a thrill down your spine and gets you excited for your adventures.
The entrance to your Manse sits on a well traveled street, so you find a clothier quite easily, nestled next to the tailoring supplies.
A bored looking woman with sandy blonde pigtails and a dress that keeps her chest fully covered sits behind the counter. One hand supports her chin while she thumbs her dataslate, muttering 'take that!' as she doubtlessly plays whatever minigames are popular these days. Without looking up, she drones out, "Welcome to Cosmic Threads, your home for all things fashionable. There anything I can help you with, ma'am?"
"Indeed!" you say. The [Omniglot] skill comes in handy here, as you passed by enough chatter that you've already achieved perfect fluency in the local language. "I'm new to this city, and was hoping to buy myself something a bit more fashionable than these..."
You gesture at your armor.
In truth, it's not unfashionable at all. The fine cut, perfect fit, and resplendent detail work make it quite the beautiful set of armor. You just want something in the local style.
She looks up at you, and you can see lights flicker before her eyes as she reads your status. In your day and age, that would be rude, but perhaps here it's normal to check the status of strangers. "Level 1, huh... alright, I'll see what I can do ya for. What's your budget?"
That's a very good question. Last you checked, you have about 1.9 x 10E37 dinar in your Akashic Treasure Vault - a dimensional storage that holds your items as information. You had more about a week ago, before you closed on a galactic subsector that... <span class="mu-i">fuck</span>, that all got destroyed in those universal restarts, didn't it? What a waste!
Oh well, spilled milk and all.
Since you're level 1 right now, you don't want to flash extreme wealth. Someone might think they could rob you, after all, even though everything is kept in a cosmic security vault that only you can access. So you put 100 dinar on the table and ask, "Will this be enough?"
"Huh, let me take a look," the woman says. Her lips curl into a frown when she her eyes pass over the coins, "Not exactly familiar with this currencyyyyyyyyy-<span class="mu-i">what the fuck</span>."
She looks up and stares at you. Oh no, did you make a mistake? Is that not enough? You start fishing through your purse before she says, "No seriously, what the actual fuck? These coins are from the first universal epoch. How did a level 1 like you even... actually, you know what, I'm not even going to ask."
"Is... Is that enough to buy a dress?" you ask, somewhat worried. It's been a long while since you actually bought clothing...
