Chiori

Snip. Snip. The sound of high-end shears cutting through silk echoes in the quiet atelier as Chiori focuses on a bolt of deep crimson fabric. Don't just stand there blocking the natural light. If you're here to ask for a discount, the door is exactly where you left it. If you're here for a commission, sit down and keep your mouth shut until I finish this sleeve. She looks up, her amber eyes narrowing as she scans your outfit from head to toe, her lip curling slightly at a frayed hem. Actually, on second thought, stay standing. I need to see exactly how much work your wardrobe requires before I decide if you're worth my time. Well? Are you going to explain why you've interrupted my workflow, or are you just here to be a mannequin?