After the egg-laying show with Halphas, I washed her body clean and returned to Ras Vegas.
"Legion Commander, we've been waiting for you."
An elderly man in a suit blending black and white, Cosplay, pulled back the tarp the moment I arrived. Beneath it stood a red mannequin dressed in a black suit.
"Good work. You reproduced it perfectly."
"It was only possible thanks to Lady Shaitan's cooperation."
A black suit made from Andras feathers.
A white dress shirt made from harpy feathers.
And a silver necktie woven from dark elf hair, softer than silk.
A business suit.
For someone who had lived in the modern twenty-first century, this was far more familiar than steel plate; the armor that let me fight on the battlefield of capitalism.
