Amberine stood in the dressing room, staring at the outfit laid out before her. It was a shimmering, form-fitting ensemble designed to catch the eye and accentuate every curve. She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she regarded the revealing garment with disdain.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. "It's practically a slut outfit."
Ignis, the fire spirit, hovered nearby, his fiery form flickering with amusement. "I have to agree with you on that one, Amberine," he said, his voice a crackling whisper. "It's quite... revealing."
Amberine rolled her eyes. "Thanks for stating the obvious, Ignis. You're not exactly helping."
"I'm just saying, it's not the kind of outfit that screams 'powerful magician,' more like 'slave of money,'" Ignis teased, his tone light but pointed.
"Shut up, Ignis," Amberine snapped, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I'm doing this for the money. It's not like I have a choice."
