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“Always. ‘Fashion Crimes of Skyrim.’” The mannequin gestured with a jointed finger toward a mirror at the far end of the gallery. In the reflection, Tavir saw himself—but wearing The Gilded Dunmeri Cocktail Dress (glass armor reimagined as a clubbing outfit, complete with a Chaurus-silk clutch). He hadn’t put it on. The mirror had.

The mannequin laughed, a sound like soul gems clinking. “Patch notes, darling. Always read the patch notes.” Skyrim - TESV Nude Patch V0.2.7

Tavir looked down. His ragged boots had been replaced. He now wore Sabre Cat Pumps : nine-inch heels with actual sabre cat teeth as the heel tips, purring softly with each step. “Always

“Ah. A purist.” The voice came from a mannequin that wasn’t floating. It leaned against a display case labeled The Jarl’s Regret , a breathtaking blue-and-silver number with fur trim that looked warmer than any fire spell. The mannequin wore cracked porcelain skin and a knowing smile. “You’re here for the quest, I assume.” He hadn’t put it on

Behind him, the door to the Ragged Flagon sealed shut. Ahead, a row of mannequins began to clap—slow, rhythmic, porcelain on porcelain. The gallery’s chandelier (a reconstructed Alduin’s skull, each tooth replaced with a glowing magelight) flickered once, twice, then settled into a soft, flattering pink.

“I just came to fix the lighting glitch in Bleak Falls Barrow,” he whispered.