Amara stared at the vampire in disbelief, unable to decide whether he was real or part of a wild nightmare. He, with disarming calm, rose from the command chair. His attire was anything but what she would have expected from a creature of the night: a suit in vibrant colors, featuring vivid shades of blue, gold, and red, adorned with intricate embroidery. On his head, he wore a flamboyant top hat, decorated with a long blood-red feather that swayed slightly with every movement.With a hand clad in brown leather gloves, he offered to help her to her feet. Amara hesitated, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. Once she was standing, he gestured toward his mouth and ears, as if to indicate he hadn't understood what she had said. He seemed almost... affable, despite his unsettling appearance.Without a word, the vampire motioned toward the back of the cabin, behind the chair he had been seated in earlier. Still hesitant, Amara took a few steps back, watching as the man returned to the dirigible's controls. His fingers moved gracefully over the levers and buttons, as if he were playing a piano.The airship began to slow down, descending delicately. Amara peered out of a small window to see where they were landing. Below, a whimsical house came into view: a multi-story building painted in bright colors, adorned with gears, pipes, and metallic decorations that seemed to have been assembled with boundless creativity. It was a combination of a home and a workshop, a place that exuded fantasy and ingenuity.Once on the ground, the vampire descended first, opening a hatch in the cabin that served as the exit. He gestured for Amara to follow him. She hesitated again but reminded herself that this man, strange and unsettling as he was, had just saved her life. Taking a deep breath, she cautiously stepped down.The interior of the house-workshop was an explosion of colors and creativity. Machines of every kind filled the room: incomplete automatons, precision tools, miniature airship models, and even mechanized clothing. The walls were covered with gears, maps, and invention blueprints. A spiral staircase, decorated with strings of golden lights, led to the upper floor.Amara stood in awe, taking in every detail of this place that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. She still didn't know who this eccentric vampire truly was, but one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again.The first thing the vampire did once inside was disappear into a room on the right. Amara stood there, idly observing the strange contraptions that populated the space. After a few minutes, he reappeared, holding an outfit that looked as though it belonged backstage at a theater.It was a bright yellow men's suit, consisting of an elegant jacket, a white shirt, matching trousers, a bow tie, and even a top hat to match. An outfit so eccentric it seemed to scream for attention from every angle.Amara stared at it for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or be grateful. Without a word, he handed her the outfit, then gestured fluidly toward a door a little further ahead. It seemed he was suggesting that she'd find a place to change in there. Amara, though hesitant, nodded."Thank you..." she murmured, accepting the suit.With the outfit in hand, she headed toward the indicated room. Once inside, she realized it was a dressing room. A full-length mirror occupied one wall, and a row of warm lights illuminated it, making the space feel inviting. A series of shelves held colorful fabrics and all kinds of accessories.Amara looked at herself in the mirror, sighing. "Well, at least I'm alive..." she muttered, beginning to dress.The shirt was soft and slid on easily. Even the jacket, despite being flashier than anything she was used to wearing, fit her perfectly. Then came the trousers.Amara tried slipping one leg in, then the other, pulling them up to mid-thigh without trouble. But when she tried to pull them further, the fabric refused to budge. She gritted her teeth and tried again, but it was as if the trousers were adamantly opposed to going any higher. She pulled again, but it was clear what the problem was."Oh no..." she murmured, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The trousers simply wouldn't go up past her butt, which—although one of her most admired features—was certainly no friend to tight clothing. Amara shook her head, bewildered."I can't believe it... It's too tight! This thing won't budge! Damn butt!" she burst out, trying to shove the fabric upward. She twisted, bent forward, and tried every possible angle, but the trousers stayed put.Eventually, exhausted, she slumped onto a small chair in the dressing room, the trousers still stuck halfway up. "Now how do I explain this to him?"Amara, sitting on the chair in the fitting room, stared at the stubborn pair of trousers that refused to go up past her hips and her round, full butt. "I can't believe it..." she muttered to herself, standing up with a sigh. Then she remembered that she was, after all, in a fitting room and began looking around for an alternative.The shelves were filled with eccentric clothes: jackets with colorful buttons, vests decorated with gears, and whimsical accessories. There were even other trousers, so Amara began trying them on one by one, hoping to find a pair that fit. But every attempt proved futile.Each pair of trousers she tried ended up stuck in the same spots: her generous hips and full, round bottom, which seemed designed to test the limits of every type of fabric. More than once, as she pulled, the fabric looked on the verge of giving way, forcing her to give up.Finally, discouraged, she grabbed a jacket and tied it around her waist, covering the area that no trousers could seem to fit. She adjusted the rest of the outfit as best she could and emerged from the dressing room with an embarrassed expression.