[I could learn to hate this colour... Having awoken in this place, wearing the atrocious orange jumpsuit, not even a mark on her skin, Angelina thought she had been taken to a place where she would live out all her sins. But when nothing happened to her... Well, she started looking around. So unseemly to be wearing what was not even fit for dock workers...
So she wandered, looking for a clothing boutique. And perhaps a milliner.]
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I wonder if anyone could direct me to a well-to-do tailor? I find myself in need of a new wardrobe.