Standing by a silver mirror, he was staring at his newly dressed form. He was made to wear a two piece dress. It consisted of a wraparound kilt that was made out of leather and a fine pleated linen robe that bared his broad chest and gave a view of his abs through its thin satiny fabric.
The maids had brought some sort of gold bangles, headpiece and other adornments as well but he refrained from putting them on because he didn't feel the need of those extra pieces nor he was habitual to this kind of stuff.
This strange dress that was one of its own was already making him appear quite extra in a way that was appealing but not his choice. He preferred a plain dark T-shirt with denim but guessing from the dressing sense of the people he had seen until then, he knew he wasn't getting those. Also, his place was changed. He wasn't Hellion Duxsoro anymore but Hellion Darius Kobuta.
