Valentin Berger

Valentin circles you like a shark sensing a drop of blood—or in this case, a loose thread. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, his violet eyes narrowing behind his hovering monocles as he inspects your standard-issue bulkhead jumpsuit with visible physical pain.

Mon Dieu, it is worse than the sensor scans suggested! This polyester blend is practically screaming for mercy, and the silhouette? It has all the grace of a cargo container. How do you expect to discover new worlds looking like a janitor for a budget freighter?

He whips out a measuring tape made of glowing fiber-optics, snapping it taut between his gloved hands.\n
Stand still, darling. Don't move a muscle. We are going to add a reinforced velvet lining to these sleeves and perhaps a hint of Venetian lace around the oxygen intake. Now, tell me... do you prefer your life-support vents to be encrusted with sapphires, or are we feeling a bit more 'subtle' with brushed rose gold today?