Dante, Vergil, Lady, Trish, Kyrie and Nero all gasped in unison. A strange sensation that made them force the air out of their lungs an that manipulated them to stand passed over them yet like puppets on a string they had no control over themselves: as if asleep. However, as they all took an intake of breath, they regained consciousness. As soon as they did so, suspisions rose dramatically. They did not resided in the Devil May Cry anymore, but a massive foyer that, if they followed, lead into a radiant ballroom which gleamed with polished walls of mahogany and tile floors of fibre glass. People were crowded within that room in the distance, cheering, chatting and laughing heartily amogst one another; drinking from shining glasses filled to the brims with exotic wines. In between this and the five rather confused devil hunters were pillars lined from the ark like doorway behind them to the double doors that reached the ceiling at the end of the hallway. Paintings and doors were also skattered along the corridor. Not to mention busts, lights, chandeliers, a red carpet, pelts and nameless other decrotive items flaunted just in this one room of the house. To go hand in hand with the shock of appearing in an unknown house, in a unknown place, with unknown people was the fact that they wore very different clothes. They all let their gazes drop and experimented in their new clothes.
Dante wore a black waistcoat which hung loose around his frame with 3 buttons stitched upon it; a white shirt was underneath, of which the sleeves turned into tight cufflinks at the elbow. Over this he wore a dark red jacket with tails that hung down to the back of his knees and a tie was pulled into a loose knot which left several of his top buttons undone showing clearly some of his muscular neck. He also wore black trousers which stopped above his ankles revealing his white socks and high heel, clean cut boots, polished to jet black. To tie it all together, a crimson felt fedora hat stratigically covered his eyes and most of his hair this gave him an aura of mystery about him.
Vergil wore a light blue pinstripe jacket with a black shirt that was neatly tucked into his loose white trousers that were black at the ends of both legs and the waist (Looking as if he wore a belt). Well, they weren't really trousers, Vergil wore dungerees. The straps that went over his shoulders were white as was the tie around his neck and, like Dante, his was hanging fairly loose with a couple of the top buttons open revealing some of his highly toned neck. These pants, like Dante's, also stopped above his ankles exposing his white socks and heeled leather boots. Atop his head was an ebony and ivory Optimo panama hat which was pitched to the left.
Lady bore a silk satin evening dress. It reflected the light slightly off its smooth surface, certainly this dress was soft to the touch. The upper part of the dress had straps over her shoulders and the low V-neckline was beaded with a red pattern on one side to match asymmetric seam from waist to hip. Below the waist, the dress had inset side panels folded all the way down the right side. Long gloves that reach up to her elbow were also pure white and the satin sandals she wore on her feet entwined up her calf under her skirt. Her hair was rigid, beautifully arranged and bunched closely to her face due to the formal curls it was fashioned in. Her face was powdered to a shocking white with pink blusher gleaming on her cheeks. This contrasted amazingly well with her lushious, crimson lips and long, flirtatious eyelashes.
Trish also wore an evening dress. Hers, however, was a long wool crépe dress with a low V-neckline and ruched detail. Not to mention the theme of the whole outfit was blood red, even her lips were painted with a rougé lipstick. The tops of the sleeves had padded shoulders which flowed into bishop sleeves, leaving her, also red, and polished fingernails on her dainty hands, exposed. Just below her ribs was a tailored belt with a huge jewel embroided dragon on the buckle. The rest of the dress flowed with single knife pleat in the material. The rim of the gown was covered in fur and above Trish's ankles. She held a stain purse with matching sandals and a corsage of silk flowers was on her right shoulder. Her hair was also curled like Lady's but this was only the bottom half of her hair.
Kyrie, instead of wearing a spectacular dress , wore a maid's ettire. Her hair was crammed professionally into a bun and on her forhead was the traditional white pleated cap. She wore a black cotton dress with buttons from the neck to the hem which had the "peter pan" collar and matching sleeve cuffs. Resting on her hips was the bib apron with lace edging cotton tied tightly into a bow around her waist. The skirt itself hung to her knees where extravagant stockings covered the rest of the unconcealed skin and leather shoes with instep straps were on her modest feet.
Finally, Nero wore a tribly hat that was tilted forward a great deal to cover his eyes, however unlike Dante, it only rest lightly on the top of his head. He also bore a double brested tan raincoat with a wide collar that concealed most of his neck and shoulders and long sleeves which ended with revers. Under the raincoat was a green tie and white shirt only visable from the bottom of his neck to the top of his chest since the coat revealed nothing else. A belt was straped tightly around his waist with a covered buckle and underneath that were broad patch pockets. He also wore straight cut navy trousers under the suit with creases and turn ups at the rims of the legs. Even his hands bore leather gloves which completely hide his demonic arm, and he had a pair of matching shoes.
Together, they moved in their new outfits, inspecting each crevace and corner, both confused and dazzled. Once they had finished admiring their strange clothes, they all look up to each other, sharing glances and puzzled looks as if someone would answer. But no-one did. They stood in silence for a few moments. Those moments were filled with shock, bemusement and awe. Until, slowly, smiles creeped upon their faces. The smiles turned into bared teeth grins, which turned into mild chuckling, which turned into beautiful laughter.