Fashion Studio Snow Queen Dress 2
Control
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Description
Sofia steps into the studio, her eyes alight with anticipation. The air hums with creativity—sketches line the walls, fabric swatches cascade like spilled rainbows, and the scent of fresh linen lingers. You greet her with a knowing smile, already dissecting her silhouette, her posture, the way she fingers the hem of her jacket—a nervous habit, perhaps, or a clue. "Let’s start with the *why*," you say, leaning against the drafting table. "Is this for an event? A rebellion? A love affair?" She hesitates, then confesses: a gallery opening. She wants to be a storm in silk, something that whispers *danger* when she moves. You nod, scribbling jagged lines—asymmetric hemlines, a neckline that dips like a dare. "Black," she insists, but you counter: charcoal gradients, midnight blues beneath, like oil on water. She leans in, hooked. Next, texture—crisp taffeta for the bodice, ruthless tailoring to cinch her waist, then liquid chiffon for the skirt, slit to the thigh. Accessories? Razor-edged cuffs, no jewelry. Shoes? Stilettos sharp enough to draw blood. You watch her pupils widen, her fingers drumming faster. "And hair," you add, "slicked back. Glass-clear gloss. A red lip so dark it’s almost black." She exhales, half-laughing. "You’re ruthless." "You asked for a new look," you shrug, tearing the sketch free. "This isn’t a dress. It’s armor. Now—try it on before I change my mind."
