UGB Chapter 584 Clothing
Chapter 584 Clothing
Zuo Yue followed the proprietress nervously. The lighting was much dimmer than outside, but this wasn't their destination. The proprietress didn't stop but continued walking forward, reaching the end of the corridor, where she stopped in front of an inconspicuous door that blended almost seamlessly with the wall color.
She took a small key out of her pocket, inserted it into the lock, and the door opened. Behind the door was darkness. The landlady went in first, then pressed a switch on the wall.
The lights came on.
It wasn't a normal light. Not the kind of bright, white light that illuminates every corner clearly. Instead, it was a more ambiguous, dimmer light, with a slightly warm, orange-red hue.
The light was somewhat hazy, outlining the entire space in a way that was both indistinct and visible. This was exactly the effect the proprietress wanted; under this kind of lighting, nothing would be so stark or so explicit.
At that moment, Zuoyue understood what the proprietress was trying to sell.
It wasn't a kimono, a skirt, a casual outfit, or a cheongsam. Instead, it was the kind of clothing she had never seen in any shop window, never in any magazine, and never even imagined that someone would design, make, and hang it on a rack waiting for people to buy.
This was the first time she had ever seen such a sight. In this world, in the everyday lives that everyone goes through, she had never seen anything like it.
Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved violently, her eyes became panicked, and her pupils moved quickly in their sockets, not knowing where to look or where to focus—but Zuo Yue's gaze did not look away.
She looked. She looked at the clothes, clothes she had never seen before, designs so bold and audacious, every detail pushing the limits of her comprehension.
"What...what is this?!"
She never imagined that such things were actually sold, or that there were even outfits designed specifically for this kind of occasion. Zuo Yue's understanding of the world was greatly shaken at that moment.
Satsuki's face went from a slight blush when she first entered the store, to a deep red when the proprietress questioned her, and finally to the moment she stepped into the room and saw the clothes—reaching its peak.
Unnatural steam began to rise from her head.
In the past, Satsuki wore fake cat ear accessories to make Naruto happy.
But that kind of thing was originally a tool used by ninjas to infiltrate while disguised as ninja cats. When she put it on, all she was thinking was, "Wouldn't this be fun?"
A wedding dress is a proper wedding attire, while a maid's uniform is a work uniform worn by girls working in wealthy households. The white kimono is the traditional, solemn wedding dress prepared for her and Naruto's wedding, imbued with a sense of sacred ceremony.
It's just that the wearers and designers have some subtle quirks that make these clothes seem sentimental.
Therefore, Zuo Yue never imagined that there were clothes in this world specifically designed for that kind of thing.
It's not about "wearing proper clothes in an inappropriate way," but rather that from the very beginning, from the design, the tailoring, the choice of fabric, and every detail, the goal is to make people's hearts race, their faces flush, and to make them understand at first glance "who this garment is for and when it is to be worn."
The impact was on a completely different level from those previous instances of "wearing proper clothes in an improper way"!
Before Zuo Yue, the true nature of the scene before her was finally fully revealed in the orange-red light.
There were several rows of clothes hanging on hangers. Every single one of them was something she had never seen before, and every single one made her feel like she would explode if she looked at them for even a second longer, but she just couldn't take her eyes off them.
The first thing that catches the eye is a full-body mesh garment.
Satsuki's first thought was, "These are stockings? No, right? They should be stockings, but why are they all over my body? They're all made of that kind of large mesh fabric."
The mesh was ridiculously large, so large that she could clearly see the gaps between them, so large that she could imagine her skin peeking through the gaps when she wore the garment.
This isn't stockings. Stockings have a fine mesh, but this thing has a mesh so large it looks like a fishing net.
Satsuki's gaze struggled to leave the full-body mesh dress and landed on the clothes rack beside her. Then she thought she might need to sit down, if her legs would still obey her.
It was a black undergarment with very little fabric. No, it can't be called undergarment; undergarments are worn inside, with other clothes worn on top. This thing—worn inside, with other clothes on top—makes the outer garment pointless.
Because this thing itself is everything, or rather, its purpose is to be seen, not to be hidden.
Zuo Yue's mind was in a mess. How little fabric was in this dress? So little that she could tell at a glance that when she put it on, the chest area was covered by only a thin, semi-transparent piece of fabric, the waist was completely open with only a few thin straps connecting the top and bottom, and the back was mostly blank.
But strangely, it doesn't look like a half-finished product. It looks complete and harmonious. The position of each cutout has been carefully calculated, and the width and length of each strip are just right.
It's not unfinished; it was designed this way.
Her gaze continued to move across the clothes racks, and with each inch her eyes moved, her body temperature rose by one degree.
There was a white, fluffy garment with rabbit ears.
The upper part of the dress was tight-fitting, with a large heart-shaped cutout at the chest. A red bow was tied at the neckline, with a small bell hanging in the center of the bow. Zuo Yue could imagine that when the dress was worn, the bell would make a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound with each movement.
Zuo Yue looked at the clothes, at the cutouts, at the thin, transparent fabric, at the skirts that were so short they couldn't be shorter, at the slits that went all the way to the shoulders.