Better lighting, for certain, was needed. Less harsh and sudden. Jean-Claude shielded his eyes with his hand until his pupils adjusted, taking solace in the relative darkness of the closet to select an outfit. Leather, of course, always black leather pants, worn whisper soft and molded to his skin, paired with black boots. The shirt to go with them was a statement of its own in vivid scarlet, full sleeves caught tight at the wrist in close cuffs, and the first few buttons at the collar left open to bare the scar upon his chest.