A corpulent elf shuffled his heavy steps down the wharf, swept by the sea breeze. Despite years of trying to maintain his image, John had started to lose control.
He was now fat, truly fat. His once slender figure had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a body of over 230 pounds.
What consoled him, though, was that his bulky frame was wrapped in expensive fabric, masterfully tailored so that each piece of his attire fit perfectly, each detail impeccable.
Bespoke tailoring was never cheap, especially when seeking out Chang'an's fashion Godfather to personally cut a Tang suit—such a luxury was staggeringly pricey.
Today's Tang suit was the equivalent of the western suit, a term that would not exist in this world. Originating from Brunas, the western suit had now acquired the formal designation of "Tang suit."
