Chapter 70 - Days Off - VI
Glenn and Dália entered the most luxurious clothing store in Chaos, a true temple of opulence and refinement. The establishment, known as "The Tent," was a landmark of sophistication where the demonic, beastfolk, and even wealthy human elites came to dress in the finest attire.
The facade alone was a spectacle: black marble columns with golden veins supported a pediment adorned with sculptures of winged demons holding ceremonial swords encrusted with rubies and emeralds. The main door, made of polished ebony and inlaid with cut crystals, shimmered under the magical light of floating lanterns.
As they crossed the threshold, they were greeted by an atmosphere that seemed to transport them to another world. The floor was covered with a carpet so soft it felt like floating, woven with threads of gold and silver that reflected the light of crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were lined with crimson silk and blue brocade, while enchanted glass display cases showcased mannequins dressed in outfits that seemed to have been sewn by the gods themselves.
Every detail of the place screamed opulence, from the crystal chandeliers hanging like clusters of diamonds to the subtle scents of incense and exotic flowers wafting through the air.
Dália, with her poised demeanor and the look of someone who knew the place well, guided Glenn through the main hall. Her steps echoed softly in the space as she observed the displayed pieces with a mix of admiration and critique.
Glenn, on the other hand, seemed slightly overwhelmed by the grandeur of the place. His eyes darted from one display to another, catching details ranging from ceremonial swords with silver blades and sapphire-encrusted hilts to lapel flowers made of pure crystal that sparkled like tiny stars.
"Welcome to The Tent," announced a melodious and smooth voice. A demoness with impeccable features, dressed in a tight black satin dress and a black pearl necklace, approached with a smile that radiated confidence. Her dark eyes sparkled with the promise of luxury and exclusivity. "I am Jeanne, your hostess for this evening. How may I assist you?"
Dália, wasting no time, took the lead. "We are looking for formal attire for a special occasion. Something that reflects the... unique position of the young master Glenn," she said, with a touch of pride in her voice.
Jeanne smiled, as if she already knew exactly what they needed. "Ah, young master Glenn. Your reputation precedes you. Please, follow me."
She led them down a side corridor, where the pieces became even more impressive.
"For the young master," Jeanne began, stopping in front of a mannequin displaying a formal suit in black and silver tones, "I suggest this ensemble. The tailcoat is made of enchanted black silk, which subtly changes tone under the light, and the silver details are plated in white gold. The vest, embroidered with mithril threads, features geometric patterns reminiscent of protective runes."