Lal held up a white ruffled blouse and long black skirt with a big smile. Derwen stared at the ensemble for a moment, then looked back up at Lal. "You're kidding, right?"
Lal shook her head. "I wish I was." She pushed the clothes toward Derwen, who took them reluctantly. Even the fabric felt unpleasant. It was too smooth, too perfect. "This is what all the girls will be wearing," Lal continued. "In fact, I'll be wearing the same thing... only tailored differently, to fit me, of course."