Orpheus stood outside the changing room, a mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling within him. The idea of dressing as a butler was far removed from his usual attire, but Brynhild's insistence had piqued his interest. With a deep breath, he stepped inside, the heavy curtain closing behind him.
The suit, a dark charcoal grey, hung neatly on a mannequin. It was a stark contrast to his usual attire, yet it held an understated elegance that intrigued him. As he slipped into the jacket, he felt a surge of unexpected confidence. The fabric was soft against his skin, the cut tailored to perfection.
The pants, a matching shade of grey, fell flawlessly, accentuating his long legs. He slipped them on, adjusting the waistband for a comfortable fit. The white shirt, crisp and clean, added a touch of formality to the ensemble.
