"Why don't you go and try the armor on?" Mr. Press suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I want to make sure it fits around your tail. There's a changing room right there."
Zeyu chimed in with a playful smirk, "You need to check the size too since you're so awfully short."
Ignoring his cousin's teasing, Lixin nodded graciously and rose from his chair. He proceeded towards the changing room, its entrance concealed by heavy, opulent curtains.
Upon entering the well-lit and exquisitely decorated dressing room, Lixin gently placed the open box on a small, intricately carved bench. With care, he began to inspect the armor.
The craftsmanship was undeniably spectacular. The design was a masterpiece, a symphony of white leather and flowing black tulle sleeves adorned with elegant white accents. It begged for close examination.
