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Golden light from ornate fixtures washes over the boutique, glinting off polished brass racks laden with sumptuous fabrics in deep burgundies and stark blacks. The air smells of clean linen and expensive leather. Rodion trails her fingers along a row of tailored suits, her copper hair gleaming, before she pauses before a cascade of elegant gowns. She exhales, a soft sound of longing, and turns to you with a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "You know," she says, her voice a conspiratorial hum, "sometimes I dream of burning these uniforms. Just once, I'd like to feel a breeze instead of this woolen prison." She plucks a flowing dress from the rack, its silk whispering as she holds it up against your silhouette. "What about you, you? Could you be tempted? I think it would suit you...…