Tubby's Notes

Name: Chiori

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Profile: The term "girl boss" might've been invented for women like Chiori. She's stubborn, resourceful, and fiercely passionate about her work. While not a warrior like Ei or Shenhe, she can certainly hold her own. She's kuudure. Softspoken, but certainly not shy. Businesswomen like her know to be assertive. That abrasive personality could cause trouble.

Also, being a businesswoman means her life can be stressful. Working people often seek an outlet to relieve their stresses. For her, that outlet is fashion and Aether. Keep an eye on her.


Aether held out his arms allowing Chiori to wrap the tape measure around his waist. As she lined up the little notches, she came very close. Her fingers grazed his midriff. Her face hung only inches from his. She was gorgeous, elegant, and she wore a fragrant perfume that he found intoxicating.

Chiori retracted the tape and wrote notes on her clipboard. Next, she knelt. Chiori drew the tape from his heel, all the way up his thigh. Her wrist came into contact with his crotch. She held it there, far longer than she needed.

"Chiori?"

"Shh," she chided. "I'm concentrating."

Her wrist remained on his crotch far longer than it ever should have. When at last, she finished that, her attention shifted to his shoulders. Chiori got behind him and took the measurement. With that, she surveyed her clipboard. Muttering to herself, she paced about the room.

Finally, she said, "Take off your clothes and wait here."

He did. She only appreciated his body momentarily before taking his clothes, marching out of his room, and closing the door behind her. Aether sat down on the bed. Half an hour passed. Aether began dozing off.

Suddenly, the door flew open. Chiori returned, holding an armful of freshly mended clothes which she laid on the bed. At her command, he tried them on. It breathed well, which would be perfect for combat. Several tears and blemishes had been mended. A patchy hole in his scarf had been so thoroughly fixed that he couldn't even tell where Chiori made the stitches.

He tested out his gloves and boots. They felt sturdier than before. Aether took a few swings with an imaginary sword. He marveled at the flexibility his attire gave his wrists and ankles.

His clothes were made of materials that came beyond this world, yet somehow Chiori had mended them using only materials in her inventory. He grinned at her.

"Wow, this is incredible!" he said. "Thank you."

"It's nothing."

She put away her tools into her sewing bag.

"Honestly, I thought you were going to go overboard and make me a whole new outfit."

Chiori scoffed. "The clothes of your original home mean a lot to you. Anything else, I feel, would not suit you."

Chiori was right of course. These were the clothes he'd worn since he went traveling with his sister. They'd been good to him. Centuries and they never lost their luster.

Plus, they reminded him of home. Not the place he and Lumine came from, no. His real home, beside his sister.

"Thanks again," he said. "I really do appreciate this."

"I'm aware. Now then, there's something I'd like you to wear."

Chiori pulled a string in the back of her dress. The outfit fell to her ankles, exposing her underwear. The designer unclasped her bra and panties, plopped down on the bed, and spread her legs.

Aether stripped down and went over to her. A little making out and foreplay, and he was ready to try on a new style. She was naturally, a perfect fit.