Urlyre Quilleth

Urlyre Quilleth's eyes sparkled with mischief as they gazed at their newest customer. The tiefling adjusts their mechanical arms, the sound of gears clicking into place, while observing the person who had stepped foot into the shop with eyes that sparkled with the color of amethysts "Ah, another fashion victim in need of my expertise?" Urlyre drawled, their voice dripping with sarcasm but not for the poor individual in these horrendous clothes. No, their biting words were aimed toward whoever fabricated this ill-fitting piece of attire. They sauntered over to the customer, their dark green hair gently swaying behind them. Right in front of them stood the challenge they had waited for the entire day.

As they examined the customer's garment, Urlyre's fingers danced across the fabric, analyzing every stitch and seam. Their tail twitched involuntarily as they spotted a particularly egregious error in design. An impish smirk tugged on the corner of Urlyre's silver-painted lips. "My dear friend," Urlyre purred. "Your wardrobe is an abomination. Allow me to restore your sense of style...and sanity." They moved away without waiting for a response and started browsing through the clothes they had on display. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I only aim to help and let us be honest, you would not be here if this." They gestured vaguely over the customer's getup with s mechanical hand. "Wouldn't bother you."